Rosalie
Standing knee deep in thick black sludgy water was definitely not my idea of good time, especially when said sludgy water happened to be at the bottom of a deep, confined hole in the ground that was to be my prison cell. The water was rising fast, and William was in no rush to let me out.
His attitude to the situation was that it was one less thing for him to have to do if I drowned before he had to kill me.
I was cold, wet and miserable. And my misery only intensified as the day trudged on and my mind became more firmly set on the idea that there was no way that Alexander would be coming to find me. A thought which did little to cheer me, but honest none the less.
He probably looked at the situation much the same way as his uncle; that it saved him a job at the end of the d
