It was clear there was no way out. He had stumbled around for hours in the darkness of the cellar. There was no lightbulb not even some light given by a skylight. He had touched the walls, crept over the entire floor in the hope to find a way out. Not one single window, door, handle, or hatch he had found. Confused and frustrated he hit against the walls till his hands bleed. There was no secret door. How did she end up here?
Exhausted he sat in a corner, nestled against the humid wall. He was too big to crawl between the bricks tones. Now he thought about it not even a mouse he had seen in here. Except for the humid smell that mingled with his blood and sweat this place was a good one to hide.
Hide or die, he thought. There's no fight or flight for me.
The only thing he could do was wait. There was always a chance someone would search for him, for Jim.
"Jim", he muttered, "you have a name and proof of something and someone will come for you. It's better to take a nap now. It must be late, late enough to be missed."
His stomach hurt but he didn't care. He would survive this and figure out who had trapped him and why. He curled himself up pressed his nose against the sleef of his pullover and fell asleep.
The continuation ❤❤❤ from intense to somber real quick though 😅