Each step Snow took was like a long walk to freedom; it was the longest walk she had ever taken. Suddenly, the walk to the elevator became longer with each step she took. She couldn't tell if it was because she was walking slowly or if it had always been like that. Her heart was racing fast, and it was almost as if she was going to have a heart attack.
They finally got to the elevator, and they all entered it. It was quiet, and the only sound Snow could hear was her heart beating like it was going to pump out. She was so scared and oblivious to what the night held, but she knew that something bad was going to happen; she didn't need a soothsayer to tell her that.
Snow held her breath as the elevator descended slowly, dreading what would happen next. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a
