Before Rod could finish his sentence, he stopped.
There was no one in the cabinet.
There was only a neatly folded quilt and two pillows.
"Shit!" Rod cursed.
The more he looked at the neat quilt, the more furious he turned. He pulled it out, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" he cursed as he did so.
After venting his anger, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said to the person on the other end of the line, "Keep an eye on that woman. When I get back, I'll cut off her mouth!"
After saying that, he smashed the cabinet door.
With a bang, the cabinet door fell to the ground and made a loud noise.
When there was no one around, Rod stopped hiding his dark side and forgot about all manners.
Like a bandit, Rod smashed the room frantically. Then he walked to the mirror and tidied up his clothes and hair.
