The last instance Martha remembers of his father to be this stern when she got injured at the restaurant earlier today.
Martha simply didn't know what to do. She was afraid to knock on the door by herself as she thought it to be a potential risk of harming either herself or her parents in some way.
She wanted her mother. She couldn't handle herself and wanted her mother to reinforce some strength in her.
Leave alone having her mother by her side, she couldn't even hear her mother's voice from inside.
Fortunately, she did hear her mother say something, rather whine in a pleading manner to whosoever else was inside, "For God's sake, stick to the norms of the trade and act accordingly.
We have suffered a lot already and would be suffering after the performance as well.
Do not rob us off of our least contentment that we would be left with after this trade" Though relieved upon hearing her mother say, or rather whine, Martha was more of disheartened upon realizing what Cindy said on the other side of the door.
She instead lost the little brain she was left with and began panicking.
Her feet were trembling and she was scared to knock on the door. She thought, "I cannot directly knock.
What is someone else shows up instead of mommy and daddy? I am afraid I won't be able to confront anyone beside mommy and daddy" She again looked back to see if anything was approaching her but there was still nothing.
Well, for her, she wasn't at least sandwiched between two anguishes and had only one in front of her, beyond that door.
She lifted her hand to knock on the door but immediately let it down.
Instead, she chose to call out her mother so in response, her mother only would open the door. She just didn't want to enter that house.
After viewing the horror scene outside this house, she couldn't bear to see what was inside.
"Once she'd open the door, I will plead before her to go back from here.
We can go anywhere in this world but here" She had already gotten sick of this place.
Martha, although prepared internally to let out a loud cry for her mother, when opened her mouth to do so, shrieked for her mother in a voice that sustained a significant amount of terror. "Mommy!!!" she had said, or shrieked if put in a better way.
Her cry was loud enough to reach the ears of someone standing some ten to twelve meters ahead of the other side of the door. "Mommy is going to come here anytime now accompanied by daddy.
I will grab her hand and look into her eyes and ask her to go far away from all this misery.
I am comfortable even if I couldn't get to meet anybody else other than my mommy and daddy.
She, in a fragment of second, again turned behind to secure her from the back as the fear of someone approaching her was still lingering inside her. She awaited the soft voice of her mother to assure her that nothing is going to happen with them and console her.
However, as ruthless Martha's fate has been in the entire day, it didn't seem to better itself in any way this time.
In response, a very deep and husky voice spoke on the other side, not actually answering her cry, "Oh so you have brought her along?"
The voice wasn't pleasing to Martha at all and her first thought that triggered was "How could someone have so deep a voice?" She quickly returned to her old state of mind and realized determining someone's voice wasn't the need of the hour.
Sweat just didn't stop to roll down her fore head and her arms, thought the temperature was cold.
She again thought, "What is going on" until she sensed heavy footsteps approaching the door, on the other side of which stood Martha.
She, though realizing she had brought the wrath upon herself, didn't step back as whatever trouble it may bring; in the least she could see her parents possibly now.
She was partly curious and partly horrified.
The emotion of horror outweighed her curiosity. Along with the footsteps followed Martha's father's screams, repeatedly raging with fury,
"Leave her alone! For God's sake leave all the three of us alone if you're not interested to perform the trade" Martha's fear grew just as she was able to hear those approaching footsteps with more and more clarity.
Just before the heavy footsteps were at a distance close enough to reach the doorknob, she got rooted to the ground and couldn't move even though she wanted to. Somewhere inside her, she held the courage to confront whatever she was destined to.
The doorknob was pulled and the door was opened.
As it opened ajar, Martha eyes peeked to look inside as it opened wider.
Her eyes moved in the direction the door opened – right to left.
The door was open now and the one who had opened has still not got his hands off the door handle. Martha, while looking at the person who had opened the door, traversed her eyes firstly from the hand that had opened the door.
It was hairy and dark. Her eyes slowly climbed upwards of the hand and the dense black hairs just wouldn't come to a halt. She noticed the chest which was broad and muscular and of course, hairy.
In a fragment of second, she analyzed the entire body and couldn't make out anything until she looked way upwards all the way to the head and that her most terrific of emotions got triggered.
Just like the rest of the body, the head too was dark and the eyes were as fierce as blazing fire. Martha was beyond terrified and a whisper escaped her mouth,
"A werewolf!?"