Aurora sat on the ground as she hit on the door weakly, mumbling incoherent words with every knock she made. She had grown weak from banging and screaming for someone to please get her out of the room. She had hoped people passing by, would have noticed her screaming but to her dismay when she had asked 'why the fuck am I in a hotel, get me out!'The cat had corrected her by stating she wasn't at a hotel.
The cat chose that, out of all time to chirp in, she would correct her instead of joining her to scream their way out of the room, or better still help them get out.
Aurora huffed.
She was right to note earlier that people or things with angelic looks or figures, weren't as they look. In fact, they were very much the opposite!
Aurora countered to herself disgusted.
