April's POV
We walked into a brightly lit room and I started to feel a little bit positive. This obviously was not the torture chamber that I had imagined but a semi-decent place to keep prisoners. I couldn't hear any screaming or shouting either which lightened my mood even more. Perhaps there was no need for me to get as upset as I had done earlier.
I recognised quite quickly though that I was operating under a false sense of security. Erin's fur was stood on end again and Evelyn was looking aggitated as she took in her surroundings. There were two doors at the back of the room, once again they were secured by a pin pad. She put the same number in again and pressed a button.
When the doors slid open my stomach turned. It was an elevator.
"By any chance does that thing go up?"
