CELESTE ‘s POV

The first thing I heard was dripping water.

Slow, Measured and Mocking.

The second was my own heartbeat.

When I opened my eyes, the room swayed. Concrete walls, Rusted pipes.

One dim light flickering above. My wrists burned from the rope. My head pounded too hard, too loud.

I tried to move. Bad idea and pain flared through my arms, sharp and hot.

A voice echoed from the shadows.

“Well. You’re awake.”

I froze. “Who’s there?”

A figure stepped forward. Henry Aldridge. ...