•your p.o.v•
I woke up in a dark cold dungeon. I looked for light, but all I saw was pitch darkness. I screamed for help, but all it did was echo. I sighed and sat down and almost started crying. All I remember was waking up and going downstairs to get water and finding a dark shadow in my living room then being knocked out. I heard the faint sound of whistling and looked up. I saw the faint thing of fire and then it was above my the roof, and then their was gaunt thud and the room let up. I saw someone lying on the ground groaning. I crawled over to them and laid them on their back. I jump up in the air and started crying. Marshall Lees face was beaten so bad, his now looked broken and his eyes were both swollen and black. His lip was cut open very badly. I picked his head up and put it in my lap and sang to him that it was going to be alright. I wanted to scream and help him, but i couldn't do anything. I looked around the room and discovered a bed and a small kitchen. At least whoever these people are they are at least considerate of our lives. I carried Marshall to the bed and laid him down and went to the fridge to see if their was any ice. I found a small amount and put it on one of his eyes. I slowly fell asleep and watched Marshall lees chest move up and down.