Chapter Four
Before Gina was a large, high cavern with a jagged, water filled fissure in the centre, into which a small waterfall cascaded. Bright light – sunlight? – poured through a hole high up in the cavern’s ceiling and cast broad rays across the floor. Tranquil air currents were pleasantly cool and damp.
Gina’s eyes fixed on a lighted patch of floor. Were there patterns in the rock – paving stones? She peered at the walls. Did she see the ruined walls of a building? “Quite beautiful,” she thought despite herself.
Her head felt fairly clear but she shook it anyway. She didn’t understand her feelings. She had no idea where she was nor, really, how she got here. A few faint memories perhaps. Daddy was clearly not near – at least she didn’t think so. And she was being held as a slav
