Jordan POV
I shivered, the cold spreading to my bare toes and fingers, my breath is easily seen in the dark as I huddled against the hard stone wall of the well, or what my father mockingly called the hole. I sniffed, the tears that had trailed down my cheeks having long dried out. My hair hung limply down my back and my hands trembled as I rubbed them together in an effort to keep them warm. I knew better than to try screaming for help. The cover Father had placed on top easily muffled the sounds and kept me from being able to see anything, including the creatures that I could hear scurrying around.
You can do this Jordan, I tried to tell myself, even as my heart raced and exhaustion overtook me, you have been through this before and survived. Instinctively I had known that I would be
