Autumn tried to gain an understanding of her surroundings, but with each attempt to do so, she came across evidence of life (or loss of it) within this room. Blood stained certain sections of the room; including the ceramic tiles within the small bathroom and splattered on sections of the nearby curtains. Classic medieval shackles were even embedded into the wall near the bed, giving her a horrifying illusion of the man who kidnapped her in having been able to do what he wished with her by her being set in those shackles. For the first time in any case of the last few years, Autumn found herself fearful that perhaps she had gotten in over her head. Every sound of a door creaking open or steps crossing in front of her door had forced her to freeze in preparation for whatever was to come. Bu
