I don't know what day or time it is, the last thing I remember was hiding in the bushes, about to run, then nothing. I think I'm in the cellar, it's dark down here but it must be daytime since there is enough light filtering in from somewhere so at least I can look around. The air in here smells damp and stale and something else I can't quite put my finger on. 
I can't move, something is clamped on my ankle and I'm afraid to move, the sound of the chain echoes throughout this place, it seems so loud. 

From where I am, all I see is a square room with a dirt floor, the walls must be concrete, they are cold and damn to touch and smooth, too smooth to be wood. I'm losing light quickly, pretty soon it will be too dark to see anything....

Lily


Finally its morning and I can see, I look around and I am definitely alone but yet last night when I tried to get some sleep I could swear I heard breathing, VERY close to my ear. I'm getting chills thinking about it again. I can see better now and I don't see a door, I'm starting to feel very claustrophobic, how did I get in here? Where is the light coming from? 
That other smell seems stronger today, I have smelled it before, it's almost sweet smelling, not sweet like baking smells but just... sweet. I wish I could put my finger on it. 

I can see the wall across from me, it's dark in some places but it is definitely concrete. I'm not quite sure what those dark spots are, maybe I can scoot a little closer....

Oh god. That smell, it's iron. The dark spots are blood. I am in over my head. 

Escape plan needs to start now.

Lily 

Published by Liz Zemlicka