Hoss saw Del was having a reaction and gently took her by the shoulder, "It's alright Del get a grip. We need you not making that much noise." He said trying to hush her while Del heard a hissing whispery laugh as it spoke,<br/>"<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">Go on Costigne... do it. Take that gun, pull the trigger... you know you want to. He told you to be silent like the whore you are... mmm you want so much cock don't you, you don't want his though. You want to put a bullet in his brain</span>." </i>She felt like the portrait was talking to her and getting into her head telling her things, things she didn't think about.<i>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">You slut no one loves you, so submissive just wanting to take it all inside your body you don't care which way it gets to you. You just want it, don't you... don't lie to me, you had it all out.</span>" </i>The trio heard a stairwell door opening from the back of the storage room.<br/>"Quick close it." Hoss told Charles as he pulled Del out of the room with the cannon turning to close the door silently.<br/>Drunken belligerent booming voices spoke in Stalin as they came down looking at the junk and came to find what they were looking for and took the book with them back upstairs.