'Hey …' someone was breathing down her neck, whispering into her ears. 'Wake up!'
And after a slap across her cheek, she did.
'Ouch! Hey!' Ginny whimpered, clutching her throbbing, reddening cheek tightly, and the pain subsided a little. 'What did you do that for?'
''Cause you wouldn't wake up, would you?' a cold voice said. 'I believe you are nearer to the lights than me, so be quiet, stop whingeing, and shed a bit of light on the situation.'
A deep, unfathomable line appeared between Ginny's eyes, but her hands felt around the floor, and her fingers gripped a square object, with a switch on it, so she flicked it, following about fifteen minutes of searching in pitch-black nothingness.
One by one, large lights flickered into life, casting the room in a blindingly white glow.
Shielding her face, and blinking for several moments, Ginny uncovered her eyes and took in her surroundings as an abandoned industrial bathroom.
The tiled floor was stiff with hard, black grime. The walls were dirty, splashed with deep, dark crimson blood. Lengthy grey pipes snaked everywhere. A boiler was shaking slightly and a pungent smell of rotting flesh reached Ginny's nostrils. A dead body, turned to its side, with half of its head missing and holding a pistol in one bloody hand, lay in the middle of the derelict room. A gargantuan bathtub was filled with filthy green water, and a girl's head was lolling over the edge, her dark black hair hiding her face.
'Much better, thank you,' a man sighed, and Ginny turned her head.
He was handsome, with blonde hair, a long nose, a freckled forehead and piercing, icy-blue eyes that seemed to stare into her very soul.