The room is dark like mine was, but it smells, really bad. I gag and swallow the vomit which had started to slowly rise in my throat. Bleddy hell! This place was starting to remind me of something out of the Saw movies. I'm just waiting for a freaky dude in a mask to grab me in the dark,
"Flynn?" I whisper loudly. The sound of swirling water runs in the air, "Flynn?" I mutter again. No answer. Damn! Why hadn't Trudi given me a torch or something? Why hadn't I asked for one? The splash of water again and a soft groan fills the icy air. My whole skin seems to tingle, crap this was scary. I take small steps placing my feet directly in front of each other,
"Scarett?" A voice strained and faint rings out. I let out a breath,
"Where are you?" I ask,
"Walk forwards into the middle be careful.
