• My heart began to race as the shadows began to come closer. The more i ran through these dark corridors, the more I began to realize that my chances of escaping this hell with my life, were minimal. I stopped for a moment and hid under an old wooden table; i made myself as small as possible. For many minutes I heard nothing but my heart pounding and my slow, heavy breathing.
    Even though i knew that I was in mortal danger and should still be running, I had to admit, that I felt relaxed. Suddenly, a gloved hand darted under the table grabbed my arm. I tried to escape but it was in vain. By the time i had been pulled from my hiding place, I knew it was too late. I had been caught.