Chapter 7

Jennah had no idea how long she’d been lying there. There was no sound coming from outside of her darkened prison. There was no noise inside it either, she thought with relief flooding through her. At least she knew she was in this place alone and without rodent companionship. Her head ached and her eyes were hurting from straining to focus on something in the dark. She had come to several realizations while lying there. She couldn’t reach Dom—for whatever reason she couldn’t figure out. This brought her to the conclusion she could be here for a long time and that blind people were amazingly strong and brave to live in darkness like this all the time.
With no watch—she snarled; they’d even taken her damn watch—she had no idea how long she had searched around her own private hell. If there was a way in and out of here, she hadn’t found any evidence of it. Just as she hadn’t found any sort of light. What possible use could a space like this be for?
A scraping noise had her bolting upright. She cocked her head and listened to see where it had come from. Creaking, followed by blinding light, came from above her. Holding a hand over her eyes, she squinted and looked through her fingers. A hatch was opened above her and a blurry shadow loomed over her. She moved up onto her knees, her adrenaline flowing and ready for action. A scuffling noise was followed by a small ladder appearing in the hole. It was lowered.