65 Highway to hell (1/2)

With heavy legs Laila climbed step by step.

The black leather wallet held her tightly against her chest like a shield.

The tension dropped from her and deep exhaustion overcame her.

The pig was dead.

Laila's bladder squeezed painfully.

First on the toilet and then a bucket of cool water.

Her tongue stuck dry on the palate.

Laila had a terrible taste in his mouth.

The stairs ended in the middle of a large room.

In addition to washing machine and dryer was an ironing station with flowered cover.

Summersby's laundry room.

Curious, she looked at the underwear carefully fastened to the clothesline.

She smiled wearily.

White fine rib - how fitting.

After the laundry room followed a long hallway.

Laila opened one door after the other.

At the second she was lucky.

The guest toilet.

Laila turned on the light in the windowless room.

Everything was clean.

Laila relieved himself with a soulful expression.

When she washed her hands at the sink, she saw her face in the mirror.

The hair hung down in dull strands.

Dark circles lay under her eyes.

The skin was spotted red.

Laila greedily drank water from the tap and washed his face.

Better.

Without haste, she continued her tour.

It amazed her that a monster like Summersby had such good taste.

The spacious wooden house was decorated with friendly, warm tones.

In the cosy professional kitchen, Laila tore open a packet of biscuits and stuffed them hungrily into his mouth.

With the cookie box in hand, she continued her exploration.

The kitchen was integrated into the living area.

It was followed by a bright, huge dining table with 10 chairs.

Laila frowned.

She could hardly imagine that Summersby entertained friends here.

How could such a monster have friends? Laila put another biscuit in his mouth.

Maybe he put the groomed children here and served them tea and biscuits.

Disgusted, Laila looked at the pack in her hands.

She threw her on the table and continued to look around.

A cosy fireplace was the central eye-catcher in the living area.

A huge, blue wing chair with dark red checked pattern stood in front of it.

The sitting area in front of the huge plasma TV, which seemed to float on the wall, was a horseshoe-shaped seating area made of dark green velour.

Laila sank down onto the seat, sighing, and stretched out her aching limbs.

Just a quick nap.

But she was unable to relax.

Annoyed, she got up and opened more doors.

Had not Summersby talked about taking a relaxing bath? Maybe a bath would help her too.

Relax and then sleep a few hours.

Laila saw a wooden box standing on a dresser.

A humid ear.

Nicotine.

She opened the lid and frowned in disappointment.

Cigars.

Laila grabbed one and also inserted matches and cigar pincers.

Better than nothing.

It hit her hot.

The black wallet.

Laila thought feverishly.

Where did you last have it? Laila hurried to the kitchen.