"Sir, your dinner is served."

That was the last straw for Damien. He seized a chair and brought it crashing down on me.

I shrieked as the blow slammed me against the wardrobe.

The heavy piece of furniture rattled violently and then toppled forward with a deafening crash.

When it hit the ground, it revealed the wall behind it.

Damien glanced up and his expression shifted in an instant.

"Elise? Is that you?" he shouted, his voice trembling in horror.