A loud choked moan of pain cut through the entire house like a gunshot. It raised every hair on Danielle’s body and caused a shudder to travel through her body like cold dead fingers had traced her spine.
She pressed her hands to her mouth to muffle her cries. The anguish poured out of her when she imagined what was happening. Danielle’s back was pressed against the wall of her room like she wished it would miraculously open and swallow her whole. If only it could, then she would escape the sounds, escape the fact that things just got worse.
Another sound of flesh being struck hard reached her ears and she flinched and closed her eyes, squeezing them tight. For good measure, she pressed her hands harder against her mouth and locked her knees as though she feared she might actually storm
