[b][color=orangered]Amanda Lewis[/color][/b]
[@Estylwen][@Lexisheeps][hr]The lights went off as soon as Amanda tried to open the door. While her hands were shaking, she tried opening the doors a couple more times, but the lock wouldn't click. The door wouldn't open. There was no way for her to go. The sounds the stuffed animals were making, didn't help either. What did she need to do? What could she even do? Amanda wondered what the stuffed animals were angry about. Was it the lights being off that bothered them? In that case, she could try using her cards or her keys to bend the little light coming from the closed door in order to make it shine on herself. However, maybe it would make it easier for them to find her, which would make that a horrible idea. They may end her life soon, but that didn't mean that she should make it easy for them. Her glance moved towards the dried blood on the floor. Tears filled her eyes and again she suppressed the need to gag. Did the blood attract the stuffed animals?

No, the blood was already there from the beginning and the cry and hissing sounds were only heard after the lights went off. Would the blood maybe safe her? It did have a strong smell to her. Maybe the smell could hide her presence from them. Maybe they wouldn't be able to find her if she hid in the smell of the blood. If she used the water and handkerchief in her bag, she might even be able to rub some of the blood off and rub it on her to really make herself smell like someone or something else. The thought of that made a gagging sound come from her throat, but nothing would come out. She hadn't eat or drink enough for her stomach to actually empty itself right then and there. Was there really no other way? No other method to keep them from ending her life? The tears started to roll down her cheeks when she realised more and more with each second that her only idea was to go closer towards the blood. Once, she had been such a strong woman, a strong mother for her child, someone who could protect her flesh and blood. These circumstances had broken her enough to cry and shake out of fear. That disgusted her. She took a couple of deep breaths, walked up towards the dried blood and sat in the center with her legs bended in the lotus position. Amanda took the water bottle and the handkerchief out of the bag while trying to ignore the loud and scary sounds of the stuffed animals.