Chapter EighteenWith the darkness pressing in all around, he tried his best to remain calm, convincing himself this was another test, another ordeal to cement Neville's superiority. There was no way they would leave him in there, alone, afraid. They'd open the door soon, when the joke had worn a little thin and Neville, assured that Ben's punishment had been a fitting one, would stand and gloat. Soon. They'd open the door soon. Surely…
But how long was 'soon'? Five minutes, ten? Half an hour? The more Ben thought the more he could feel the panic rising.
Rubbing his face and, pleased to discover the pain had receded from his jawline, took a deep breath before crawling, inch by painful inch, through the stinking wet floor towards the door. First his left hand, then his right, outstretched,
