THIRD PERSON POV.
Piper and Blair were dragged by the guards through the dark, damp corridors, they could resist or try to fight back, it would be a death sentence if they dear. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the cold stone walls, a morbid cadence that seemed to count down the seconds until their fate was sealed. Blair's heart raced with every step, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Piper on the other hand was obviously regretting the turnout of events. They would have succeeded if there was a plan, but obviously now wasn't the time to dash out blames.
Finally, they arrived at the door to Mark's lair, the heavy wooden slab adorned. The guards pushed open the door, and Blair's eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light within. Mark sat on a throne-like chair. The moment they
