"Soul blood"

"The whiter claims soul blood"

"What right has she?"

"Convene, we must. Soul blood must be answered"

The voices, the figures around her were not happy.

Elinor was dragged to her feet, as she stood she realised she no longer wore the torn dress she had arrived in, rather she was in a patients coverall. Stained and bloody, she was dressed the same as the nightmare figures/

The hands grabbed her arms once more and she was taken by force down a passage where she was thrown into what could once have been an operating or treatment room but now was filthy, rotting. Any strength physical or mental had all but left her, she had almost no hope left. Collpasing to the dirty floor Elinor sat as far from the doorway as she could.

One of the figures stayed in the doorway to watch her, she was waiting but for what? What was Soul blood? So many questions spun round in her head.

The biggest of course 'Who was the woman in white? She who had stopped the torture and angered the others.