As I plummeted into the darkness, a sense of cold dread filled me. This was undoubtedly one of Belladonna's traps, designed to dispose of those foolish enough to defy her. I had no idea what awaited me at the bottom, but it couldn't be good.
As I fell, I tried to slow my descent by grabbing onto any protrusions from the walls to hook onto something solid, but nothing seemed to work. The fall continued, seeming to stretch on forever, as the darkness around me grew deeper and more oppressive.
A wise man once said that it was never a fall that scared him or the height of things. It was the sharp stop at the bottom that bothered him.
