"Come out to play, my pet." The voice purred, but each time she would turn to the direction of the voice, she was only to be met with humour bereft cackling. "You are mine. Mine to own. Mine to rule." A oil lamp flickered to life, bathing the concrete walls in an eerie glow. A figure approached in a striking black dress, dragging across the tile like a wave. Yellow veins spider crawled upon pale skin from the rotten-black claws to the hilt of a defined collarbone. The figure moved closer. Eleanor tried to step back, but the rusted chains bounding her to the wall prevented her. She tried to shut her eyes, but they felt pinned open to witness her own suffrage. But as strong jawline and high cheekbones of this creature was to be illuminated, the room began to fill with crimson, the stench of copper making her head spin.