The smell of earth made me slowly open my eyes and look around, where was I?
How did I get here? The last I remember was how startled I where that Derek gave me a hug. Then everything happened so fast, my whole world turned black after that. I looked around the small room, wooden walls, wooden shelves filled with old tin cans that stood over the place on the shelves. From some of them dripped down the black pine on the hard, dark and earthy ground. I did attempt to sit up, but something held my arms back behind my back. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that they were snared in a tight grip. The rope was thick and tied in one tight knot.

I felt I got somewhat panicked and looked around me for something to use as a knife but the only object which existed within-throw was these cans. I gasped and threw me up and managed to put me on the butt. I tried to breathe normally but instead I let the breath and it hurt my throat. I struggled to keep from crying. Tears ran down my cheeks. I pulled my knees up against my face and tried to wipe away the tears. As much as I dried it felt like it never ended.

When I heard voices outside, it got me to sit up straight and push my back against the wall. It squeaked from the old walls when I pressed my whole weight against the joists.
- "She has not woken up yet?" The voice belonged to a man.
- "Oh yes, she woke up just now., I have heard how she grubs around in there!" Another voice answered, also belonged to a man.
- "Okay, but is she does not calm, you do what you want with her, just do not," I did not hear the last thing he said he spoke so low that it was difficult to distinguish words from each other. I gasped and tried to somehow pry loose the ropes which bound me. But as much as I twisted with wrists so I felt it started to hurt, but I did not care about the pain, I just wanted to get away and leave this place.

As I tried to yank my arms from the hard grip, I took in too hard and lost my footing and fell forwards. The dark and wet ground struck in my face and left a throbbing pain. Every little part of the body received the blast and it felt like I would lose consciousness. I braced myself and ordered me to a downward sloping site, where I could roll around and end up sitting on one knee. I felt I had worked with the rope around my wrists that one had come off a little. An ounce of hope and struggled to pull it and the more I worked, I felt his hand every free.

I held my hand after being rubbed around the rope. It had caused the red scratch marks. I reached for the wet earth and rubbed it over the wounds. It felt nice and cooling.
The tears came again. I sat down and pulled up the legs of my face. It stung and hurt. Not just around the wrists but over my heart. It thumped against the chest. I had no idea what had happened but woke up here in the cold storage room. I could be just anywhere and no one knew for sure where I was.

I looked out from behind the knees, and looked towards the door. I could see the guard was moving outside. But the only sound he uttered was something that went up and down in the ground. A svish and one thud came one after another. The movement repeated itself and realized that he brandished a knife and put it in the ground in front of the feet. I managed to pull off the last thing that was left of the string and put it on the page about me.
I looked for a way out by feeling through the walls. Somewhere in the air must go out. I squinted a little towards the door where the guard still sat there and continued to feel eagerly around on the walls. It was when I came to a corner where a few cans lying in the way of me and they rattled and brought to a horrible noise. I stopped and looked toward the door. Guard was not outside anymore, the movements I could see before was all forgotten. All I could hear was the sound of my pounding heart beat hard against his chest.

But very soon it came, I was waiting for. Guard outside unlocked a lock outside the door and the door went up. A big and burly man stood in front of me and blocked the view for me to see where I was. His frightening sight got me back into the wall. The man's outfit made me realize one thing, he was one of Mr. Kembells men. The green cap, green / brown work coat and boots could not be mistaken.
- "Oh you, you thought you would manage to escape, but you understand," with heavy steps, he rushed up to me with one cudgel in his hand and raised it toward me. I threw myself to the side just before it hit me and I took my chance.

I threw myself towards the end which was completely open for me. But footing disappeared under me and I fell forwards right at the opening and the guard caught up with me. He grabbed my leg and started dragging me into me in the shed. Panicked, I tried to grab something and hold on, but however much I tried to grab hold of something, lost grip of my hands. My last resort was to throw myself on the back and on the fly, I ended up on my back and with my free leg, I got a direct hit on the face of the guard. He put his hands to his face and Amade itself. I crawled toward the doorway and came up on my leg and felt the smell of the forest when I came out, but I did not get far.

When I got out there in the fresh air, I stumbled and fell forward and someone had thrown over me. He pushed me against the dirty ground kept a tight grip.
- "Oh no, you little wench, you stay here!"
As much as I fought so I realize that I was beaten. I tried to touch me but however much I tried every guard's grip harder. I groaned. He whistled loudly and I heard the ground thundered under me. Two men came to the scene. - "Oh one more thing," the man twisted my arm and I moaned and turned my face up toward him. Through his bloody face, I could see the anger and revenge shine through his smile, he laughed softly and with a hefty twisting motion, cracked it to my shoulder and a scream echoed through the nigh