That afternoon after the couple had checked in, Elinor was doing the rounds of the rooms giving newspapers and checking everything was in order. She had placed the blonde man and his wife in room 12, as she passed the door she overheard shouting.

He was calling his wife an imbecile, useless, too stupid to be allowed out on her own. Fat, ugly.

Elinor felt her own inner anger build at the mans words, his poor wife did not deserve this kind of treatment, no woman did.

As she turned towards the door of Room 12 she heard the sound of a fist hitting soft flesh and the cry of pain from the poor abused woman inside. Putting her hand on the door of the room she prepared to enter and intervene, but then she heard the voices of those who dwelt within the house.

Voices that told her to wait, that they would occupy themselves of the man. It had been a while since the sacrifice and they were starved.

Turning from the door Elinor quickly left the 1st floor and descended to her office. The man deserved what was to come, of that she was almost certain...