Bea's Fate

(Bea’s POV) My head throbbed as I slowly regained consciousness. The air around me felt damp and cold, and a musty scent filled my nostrils. I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness, but it’s too thick, too pitchy. Panic began to rise in my chest as I struggled to move, only to realize that my wrists are bound tightly behind my back. "Where… where am I?" I whispered hoarsely, my voice echoing off the unseen walls. I glanced around, trying to see through the darkness. The last thing I remember is being taken away by the man who came out behind Madam Agnes. Did… Did she do this? Suddenly, a faint rustling sounded from the shadows, followed by the creak of an old door. I froze, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The sound of footsteps approached until a figure emerged from the darkness. My eyes widened as his face began to register in my head. I know that face. His face is partially covered by the dim light of a single hanging bulb that flickers weakly overhead, but I know f