Ikmen 16 - Body Count
“Everyone knew and had always known how the old man treated her, even though nobody had ever so much as thought about intervening.
Suzan entered the lift with shaking hands and knees. By the time she got to the second floor, she was sweating, and when she reached the door of the apartment, she began to feel sick. As she always did, she called out to the old man when she turned the key in the lock, ‘Abdurrahman Efendi! It’s me, Suzan!’ Then she waited for an answer, which was usually quite a long... time in coming. On this occasion there was just silence.
Suzan took her shoes off and walked slowly forwards. She felt her skin go from hot to cold in less than a second. The icy silence that seemed to fill that apartment made her feel as if she was being compressed against its walls. Just like every time she returned to the apartment, she wanted to run but she couldn’t. There was nowhere to go. She had to carry on.
At the end of the entrance hall was the lounge where her employer spent most of his time.MoreLess
Suzan entered the lift with shaking hands and knees. By the time she got to the second floor, she was sweating, and when she reached the door of the apartment, she began to feel sick. As she always did, she called out to the old man when she turned the key in the lock, ‘Abdurrahman Efendi! It’s me, Suzan!’ Then she waited for an answer, which was usually quite a long... time in coming. On this occasion there was just silence.
Suzan took her shoes off and walked slowly forwards. She felt her skin go from hot to cold in less than a second. The icy silence that seemed to fill that apartment made her feel as if she was being compressed against its walls. Just like every time she returned to the apartment, she wanted to run but she couldn’t. There was nowhere to go. She had to carry on.
At the end of the entrance hall was the lounge where her employer spent most of his time.MoreLess
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