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Pamela fell just a few short feet into a dark and dank room. She stood up, looked abover her head to the whole above only to see the trapdoor close on the last ray of sunlight. She felt the oppressive darkness close around her like a shroud and fought th urge to scream.
For a moment that seemed to stretch endlessly in the dark, she listened to the sounds around her, noticing at first the slow trickle of water, then hearing little insect noises, such as bugs crawling on wood, or worms digging in the wet earth.
Pamela slowly lowered her hands to the ground and felt the soft, voluptious and glistening web moss that had checked her fall. She reached her hands further arond her, feeling the spongy moss that she imagined green all around her. Her shoes were gone, but then the broken heels would not have gone far anyway.
In a moment of panic she rememebered feeling blood on herself when she had the car accident...
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