Chapter 8
As I set on my escape, I don’t hear footsteps behind me.
My pace is set to a ‘power-walking’ as I march down this dark, creepily quiet corridor, which is dimly lit with identical rich crystal wall candelabras, fitted at the even intervals.
The only noise down here is the strangled echo of my muffled footsteps on the dark plush carpet, bouncing off the regal walls.
The walls are covered in blood-red velour, with a golden panel dividing the wall at a waist height. It’s like a long tunnel ahead of me, stretching for miles on end and there’s no light at the end of this one.
After a few minutes, fear stirs inside. It grips my gut, rising, and by the time it squeezes my throat, I’m running down the hall looking for a way out.
Only the balls of my feet are touching the ground. My
