Georgia's POV:
Footsteps echoed as they walked over the cold hard floor just outside of the room I was locked up in. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as they got louder. Closer. My hands were sweaty from fear as I huddled in the corner of the damp, dark room. I was grateful for not being tied up. The space was rather small, like a prison cell, with no facilities whatsoever. No toilet, just a bucket was placed in the opposite corner and the only light was from a few candles sporadically placed around the four walls. An old wooden door, with four bars for a window and a large black round metal handle, locked, stood tall in the centre of the wall to the left of me. The air was musty and damp and all I could think about was what was going to happen to me? The sound of footsteps stopped jus
