As the loud crashing echoed through the room, Erato shrank into herself, hunching over and trying to twist away from the sound. Her eyes might be gone but she could still hear, and the bellow was frightening, making her tremble like a leaf at wondering what it could be. Such wet and grotesque sounds!
“Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies,” she whispered tremulously. Was it the demon come back to torment her after all? She could hear a snorting, breath being huffed out loudly, and feared what would follow.