Chapter 9

• Ivy Hughes
• My heart stopped working when he ordered his men to take me to a dark room. Fear gripped me. I didn't know how to tell him I was afraid of darkness.
• We got to the dark room, however, it wasn't as dreary as he had pronounced it. It was just as spacious as his master bedroom. It had a bed and a small shelf beside it. There was no window except a small hole at the upper part of the room where the little ray shone into the room from.