<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie looked at Marcel's eyes, feeling that rush of fear one more time. Every word that came out of the man's lips, no matter how harmless it sounded on the surface, made her feel uneasy. It was as though all of her inner instincts were screaming <span style="color: #FF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">danger, danger, danger</span></span>. While he took in her features, she did the same to him. His eyes were definitely the most unsettling feature, and she couldn't stop gazing at them.<br/><br/>The man's words about keeping her bandaged up made Missie's eyes widen. She felt a very unpleasant emptiness in the pit of her stomach. What would that man do to her? All the worst case scenarios started playing up in Missie's mind, make her feel genuinely unwell this time. She felt like screaming and running away from that house - but where was she to run to? There was no escape.<br/><br/>Watching as he went to the other girl, Missie was torn between relief and fear for the girl. Each word the man spoke, each step he took made her feel more and more like they were all in danger. Damian's arrival made Missie turn her head to him. She felt a little less afraid of him than she felt of Marcel, but he was still unsettling. Marcel's wink to her when he left with Anne made Missie's heart tighten. She wondered if the other girl would ever be seen again. Taking a deep breath and trying to keep her legs from giving out, Missie turned to Damian. "W-what... where are you taking us to?", she asked, her voice faint.</div>