The
spiral stairs eventually lead them down into a long, gloomy corridor
with thick, metal braced doors at small intervals. They can hear the
sounds of women whimpering and groaning. There is sobbing behind one
door, while another shields whispered prayers.
Raven
steps to the closest door and peers through the bars. The cell
contains a group of young women, all in chains and rags, crammed
together.
“Fiona!”
Raven shouts. “Are you down here?”
One
of the women rushes to the bars, grabbing them with chained hands.
“Please sir,” she pleads, “You've got to get us out of here.”
Raven
steps back, then on to another door. The scene in there is the same,
young women chained and huddled together. “Fiona!” he shouts
again, but there's no reply.
