The death cell is gloomy and silent like the empty dead space in a black hole. Andrea’s fingers started to wiggle as she felt some scent getting into her senses, as parts of her body gradually became awake. She still felt the chain bounding her back, but as she opened her eyes she soon realized she’s now in a different place. She’s no longer inside a cell, or perhaps this is a part of a cell. She thinks. Andrea squinted her gaze when suddenly a spotlight hit her face.
“What the hell, where am I?” she whispered.
She discovers that she’s seemed at a basement floor. The space is circular, measuring fifty feet in diameter, and it drops sharply to the pit, which is twenty feet in diameter. By this time, her brain was refusing to cooperate. She wants to explain how, sort of, big stone slab
