{Melisa}
Melisa walked from the palace to the Summer household. The hour or two that it took was barely noticeable to Melisa, with her head busy pondering the coming attack.
[I guess it's time to start discussing a plan, though I don't expect those guys to give us much trouble at all. Knowing Isabella, she'll probably suggest we just fuck the terrorists into submission,] she thought, reaching for the Summer house's front door.
It was unlocked.
[Okay, either we're being robbed by the world's most considerate thieves, or...]
The sounds coming from upstairs answered that question before she could finish the thought. Very familiar sounds. The kind of sounds that usually meant Isabella had found a new way to traumatize the furniture.
[At least someone's having a productive morning,] Melisa thought, following the symphony of moans and creaking wood up the stairs.
The bedroom door was wide open because of course it was. The scene that greeted her was... well.
