Bridgette was seated on the cold floor, still scanning the room with her back pressed against the damp wall as she looked for anything that could grant her a chance to escape but aside from the darkness that made it very hard and frustrating, she couldn't see anything. The ropes that they'd used to bound her had been removed and chains were placed around her instead, giving her no chance to get out of her situation. Her hands were tied. Her legs were sore and her lips were dry and cracked. 

The darkness of the room only got worse as the evening approached. She could barely breathe or think because...