Anne eventually regained consciousness, she tried to move, but felt something restricting her movement. She opened her heavy eyelids, but was met with an unfamiliar place. Anne frowned as she recalled how someone had covered her head with a sack, and after that she'd lost consciousness.
Anne managed to sit up from the hard cold floor and leaned against the cracked wall. She had no idea where she was, the room was dim and was lit only with a small lamp hanging on the wall next to the large rusty door that looked like it been there for ages. There was a strange foul smell in the air as if something had died in here. She couldn't help but want to cover her nose, however her hands were bound behind her back with a thick rope attached to the wall restricting her movement.
She suddenly heard faint voices coming from outside the rusty iron door. She stopped trying to move and focused on the voices instead,
