It was cold and dark. So dark you could hardly see your hand in front of you. The walls seemed to be stone, cold stone that seemed moist to the touch. Crying was all I could do, no one could hear my screams or pleas for help except him, and he didn't care. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled the darker it seemed to get. It was very hard to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. What did this person that I knew and trusted have in store for me, would I become yet another victim of the Pebble Creek Mansion?