Gunshots

Carolina was still locked in the dark basement, no matter how loud or hard she screamed for help, no one came to her rescue and that pissed her off.

She was already sweating heavily and her tears kept flowing, she was becoming weak and tired but didn't want to stop. Her throat dried up from too much yelling and she became dehydrated. She was in dire need of water.

Her lips had become pale and her eyes, tired. She was no more banging the door furiously but was hitting it weakly. She was the only one in the darkroom and it made her keep shivering in fear.

Her eyes were beginning to close and her limbs were failing her, it kept shaking because she was already out of strength and energy. She couldn't stand strong anymore and so she slowly slipped to the floor, sobbing gently.

She thought of who would have bolted the door from the outside and her mind went to one person.

Mirabel, she's the only one that hated her guts. Carolina was certain that Mirabel must have hands in having her trapped