Annette.
Those men chained me up beside a woman who I thought wasn't too old, but had so many wrinkles all over her face. She sounded lively, seemed stronger, but looking at her, one would think she was a granny.
I had listened to her stories, sometimes paid less attention to the ones I felt bored with, not until she asked how I came in to stay with her.
“This is underground, huh?” I asked her with my eyes popping wide, and she nodded. ‘No wonder there's a tunnel. So why did they create the tunnel?’ I hissed out loud that the men, some feet away from us, turned around and shot me a cold look.
I cleared my throat and asked the woman, “How did you end up here? My cell phone fell into a hole, and when I went to take it, I fell into another hole, which happened to be a tunnel. Only to fi
