Eleonore’s POV
“What the Hell?” Rhett asked as he put the crate up onto the shelf and moved past me.
How did he move past me so quickly and cleanly in this dark room?
The entire place was engulfed in a void like darkness as I tried to stare out, but it seemed like the harder I tried to focus the harder the darkness just stared back at me.
I tried to call out to him by banging on one of the shelves at my side, pushing my hands out to try and feel for a place that would let me know where exactly I was standing. Rhett had pushed me somewhere else in his hurry to get to the door, so I was at a loss for direction.
I could hear him banging against the door, but little else could help me try and discern where I was. I felt my breath quickly rising in my throat as I struggled to find direction at all.