As I stepped timidly into the suspicious room, I hugged my shoulders: the air in the long corridor before me was icy cold. I was afraid to go forward, but I forced myself, thinking that, while my tormentor was away, I could examine his castle. So I bravely but slowly walked down the corridor and saw what must have been left over from a very long time ago: on either side of the corridor stretched small cells fenced with heavy iron bars.
"My God, are these really the dungeons I'm supposed to be in?" – I cringed at the thought.
The corridor was so ancient that its walls were covered in moss and the bars were covered in threads of rust.
Eager to get a closer look at one of the cells, I walked up to it, but saw nothing but bare walls and a handful of dirty rags in the corner. Suddenly, I was astonished and horrified to see these rags move, and from under them a dishevelled, dirty girl sprang out-she rushed with a loud cry to the bars and seized me by the arm.
Fear ran through me to my very bones, and I shrieked loudly.
– Please help me! – The girl shouted in English, trying to pull me to her, but I fought her off and pressed my back against the opposite grate.
Suddenly someone's cold hand grabbed my shoulder. A new scream of terror burst from my chest, and I hurried to the middle of the corridor, finding myself between two cells, while the two girls trapped in them held out their hands to me and shouted loudly in horrible, hysterical voices.
– Help me! Let me out! I don't want to die! – screamed the second one, also in English, but with a strong Spanish accent. She looked no better than her neighbour.
Their horrible screams, the sight of them, and the whole situation frightened me so much that I immediately rushed out of the dungeon, hearing the terrible cries of "No! Don't go! Don't leave us!" These chilling cries haunted me. The horrible sight before my eyes was unbearable. I could not conceive how such a thing was possible in the modern world! Girls trapped in that cold, damp cellar… Poor creatures! They must have been looking forward to someone giving them their freedom back for a long time! But what are they there for? How did they get there? Who put them there?
Grayson. What a simple answer. And most likely, he locked them in there to drink their blood later.