The cellar was a nightmare, it couldn't be possible that Sir Michel didn't at least suspect what was down here, and if so then he condoned it or worse was the cause behind it.

Wiping her mouth free of drool she stood ready to leave the cellar, she didn't want to see any more. She wasn't strong enough to face anything else down here, her self courage had been destroyed years ago now she had nothing left.

Leaving the room she turned to walk back towards where the stairwell was, the trouble was all the passages looked the same. The cellar was a true labyrinth...