Andrea’s POV
In the Dungeon Part 2
The dungeon's oppressive darkness was a constant, suffocating presence, wrapping around me like a shroud. The air was cold and damp, chilling me to the bone. The stone walls were slick with moisture, the floor rough and unyielding beneath my bare feet. Every breath I took felt labored, every heartbeat a reminder of my dire situation. I was losing my grip on sanity, but something deep within me kept me moving, kept me clinging to the hope of survival. I couldn't die like this. Not here, not now.
Hours passed in agonizing silence. I lay on the cold floor, my body bruised and battered, my mind racing with thoughts of escape ever since “M” came visiting. I was bemoaning my fate when I heard footsteps approaching. My heart leaped into my throat, and I strug
