There I lay, paralyzed by fear and with no hope of escaping. My throat closed tight, trying to swallow the sick terror that I had fought so hard to keep down. Turning my head to the side I note that the small amount of light was provided by candles strung along an ancient wooden table covered in an assortment of what looked like hospital utensils. I wanted to scream but knew it would do no good. No one was coming to my rescue. In fact I was the one who willing walked into this dangerous situation.
Foot steps echo of the stone walls warning me that I have only seconds left. He didn't have to make noise; he was doing it purposely not to alarm me by his sudden appearance. However, it had the opposite effect as I'm sure he could tell by the racket my heart was making.
Good bye mom . . . good bye Charlie . . . and last but not least good bye Avery.
"It is time my dear." Arro's voice was the last thing I heard before the screaming began.