Brianna
Things were escalating fast! My demise that had been scheduled for three week from now had suddenly been brought forward and I could not do anything about, I had been forced to psychologically prepare myself in a span of a few hours.
The sudden change in scenery that happened when I was taken away from Dawson Pack did not happen instead I was taken pack to weirdly decorated mistress' house, right underneath the floor rug filled with all sorts of shells and pebbles there was a trap door.
To where? I had no idea but the push forward told me I was about to find out.
Going down a ladder that seemed like it had seen better days from all the creaking, my breath is practically knocked out of my body. If that my hold cell stank then this was double, the tunnel before me was damp and it
