KIRA’S POV
“Please let me go! I didn’t see anything, I promise!” I screamed as my fists pounded on the rusted railings of the cage.
The room was pitch black, with the only source of light coming from somewhere outside the heavy iron door. The air was damp and smelled musty, sticking to my skin like glue and the cold, rough stone under me made me shiver; I could tell I was in a dungeon.
I banged on the railings again, and the loud clang of metal echoed in the room. I banged and screamed until I felt my throat getting sore.
“Stop wasting your time. They’re not going to hear you,” a voice from the cage startled me. Someone else was in here with me.
“Where are we?” I asked again, squinting my eyes in an attempt to locate the person, but it was still too dark.
“I’m not supposed to say.
