"WHAT THE F*CK"
Gabriel's roar shakes the whole twentieth floor, the walls shake, shelves rattle. For the five women that are peering out the door of the other room, fear courses through their systems. They are scared. They all tremble as they watch the man with pulsing veins, anger radiating as he rips the whole room apart. The basin is ripped off the vanity unit. The wall of glass shelves are all empty and smashed to pieces, shards of glass litter the floor, pieces of rubber have glass embedded, pieces vibrating, making little trails through the mess, the odd buzzing sound lost in the noise of the destruction around. The bed is flipped over.
Gabriel's roar and deep growl coupled with the shattering of glass, the splintering of ceramic makes a cacophonous noise one like the twentieth
