I push myself backwards, my back flat against the cold wood. I stare at the piles of dead men, women and children. No one has closed their eyes so they stare blindly into the darkness, seeing nothing. A thought comes into my head- did he bring me down here to die? Did he want to kill me? I can't make myself believe it.
I slide down the door and slump at the bottom. I am 'his Elizabeth'. How could he do this to me?
The voice in my head answers me.
Money... it hisses.