Lucia huddled in the corner of the dark room, her small frame trembling with fear.
The darkness was thick and suffocating, pressing in on her from all sides.
Her heart pounded like a hammer against her chest, each beat echoing in her ears as if it were the last.
She wrapped her arms tightly around her knees, pulling them close to her chest in a desperate attempt to make herself smaller, to disappear into the shadows that surrounded her.
Sweat trickled down her temples, cold and clammy, soaking into her clothes as she rocked back and forth in the darkness.
The air in the room was stale, filled with the scent of mildew and dust, and each breath felt like swallowing glass.
She could feel the rough, cold surface of the walls behind her, and she knew that there was no escape.
The room was a prison, and the darkness was her captor.
