Danielle - Part 1 Cold stone, wet and dirty. The smell of rotted flesh and death. Weak moans, cries of despair, and screams of tortured agony. Those were the things that flooded Danielle's senses. They slowly floated into her consciousness, pulling her from the depths of black nothingness, back up into the world.
As her eyes fluttered open, she wished she had remained asleep.
Her head hurt. She was not sure if she had been beaten or drugged, but assumed it was probably both. Her vision was blurry which made the scene around her even more terrifying. She could make out that she was in some sort of dark chamber, a dim light coming from a door at the end of the