Something wasn't right where she was; this was not the manor; this place felt different, colder, creepier, and even when the manor most times felt like all of these descriptions she knew, this place surpassed it.
She had to open her eyes to find where she was, but she was scared of what her eyes might see.
But she couldn't close it forever, could she? No place was as bad as being locked up in his room. She blinked her eyes open.
Ok, she was wrong, this place was much bigger than his room; maybe it was because it was dark, and she hated the dark; she hated that she couldn't see what was going to hit her and when. It was going to.
She thought she could hear the sound of water rushing out of a broken pipe behind her; maybe that was the reason for all of this stench.
She wanted a light. She wanted to find out if all of these tweets she heard were what she thought they were.
She hoped it wasn't until she felt the whiskers and wet nose against her feet. She tried to draw it away but then no
