CHAPTER 13

The cold, stale air hung heavy on my bare skin as I slowly regained consciousness. As my eyes fluttered open, I was immediately greeted by darkness, except for the faint glow emanating from the decrepit bulbs hanging from the low ceiling in the dungeon like room.

Panic surged through my body, my heart pounding wildly within my chest as I recognized where I was. The Carrier dungeon. A sudden fear creeped through me when I remembered the people that had tortured me before I passed out. George and Ernestine. My fingers stung from the exposed bloody skin when the thought crossed my mind. I ignored it and tried looking around to see if I would see any of them but to my relief I saw no one. I had a small moment of peace.