I opened my eyes, but I saw nothing, I panicked thinking I was blind, but reaching for my eyes, I felt the blindfold bound around my head. My fingers roamed over the rough canvas fabric feeling for where it joined together. The back of the blindfold I felt the metal lock binding it together. I began to cry knowing that there was no way to get it off, the tears soaking into the fabric.

A crackle over a speaker, brought my attention back to the present. "Hello Alice, welcome to my labyrinth, if you can find the exit you are free, it won't be easy," with a final crackle silence surrounded me.

I screamed out, pounding my fist against the stone floor. It was cold, and hurt my hand. When I get out of here I am going to find and kill whoever did this to me. My anger burned I was going to get out of here. Crawling along the stone floor, my hands reached out in front of me, my fingers roving over the grooves in the stone, feeling for a way out.

I edged along for what felt like hours, the cold making my body ache, my knees sore from crawling around. I had to take a break, and think about this for a bit. I moved off to the edge feeling for a wall to sit against. I rested. I listened for any sound. I strained to hear, imagining my hearing pushing out further than it ever had before. Water. I heard water, or some liquid, a drip, I had to find this drip.

I began moving again, renewed following the sound. It got louder as I fumbled along. It wasn't long before I knew I was close, it smelled different, the dampness filling my nostrils. Coming to the edge of a puddle, I inhaled, there was no smell, only dampness. My mouth watered in anticipation of a drink. Moving my hand with caution I touched the liquid. Searing pain shot ty hand, I wiped the liquid was on my pants. and backed away. It felt over the burn, it had blistered, and continued to hurt. I pounded my hand against the stone again.

I sat and cried again, listening, sniffing, but nothing new came to me and I resolved to keep moving forward.