She sensed it before she could see it, watching her the way a lioness watches a gazelle before tearing it to pieces. A frigid coldness swept over the room. Quinn shuddered and darted her eyes back and forth, trying to find something that wasn't there. It sauntered toward her while Quinn stared into the inky black darkness, oblivious to its presence right before her. And then it lept.
Puck opened his eyes, hearing the sound of someone scream. It sounded a lot like Quinn. Puck struggled to sit up, but something was pinning him down. He looked down to see rope wound around him, which must have been at least one inch thick. Panicked, Puck tried to call for help, but his words were muffled by a crude gag blocking Puck's throat. Puck squirmed around frantically trying to free himself from the ropes, but his efforts were futile. Puck lay still, breathing hard. He had to get out of here somehow. He needed to save Quinn.