She felt her way along the walls, her fingers stiff. The sound of a distant drip of water tantalisingly slid down her neck and spine, leaving her covered in a blanket of goosebumps. It was getting darker the further she went, she realised, easing her way along the dark corridor as carefully as she could, taking tiny steps at a time as to make sure she didn’t trip or fall. She kept her hand by her side at all times, gripping the rock so tightly that her knuckles went a bright shade of bone. ‘When will I get out of this place?’ She thought. It had been about an hour, she guessed, since she had last heard his disgustingly silky voice.