(Synn)<br/><br/>Once the door closed she was on her feet. She padded over to the elongated windows. She pressed her palms to the cool glass and pushed upwards, grunting under her breath as she tried to open it to no avail. She glanced at the window sill, looking for a latch or a knob that she could twist but there was nothing. It was as if the window was not built to be opened. She pressed her forehead against the glass and sighed, staring out at what was below. She banged her head once, making a thud that resonated throughout the room to the point where it startled even her.<i>Did he hear that?</i>she wondered as she stood upright. Opening the window was a futile attempt at escaping and she knew that. Not to mention,<i>that would just be too easy now wouldn't </i>it, she thought.<br/><br/>She turned to examine the rest of the room she was confined to. It was vast, filled with intricately carved wooden furniture. There was the bed, small rounded nightstands, one wall that resembled a large bookcase stacked from floor to ceiling with reading material, a chaise lounge with another table adjacent to the comfortable sofa and then a fireplace. She walked over to the bookcase, running her fingertips along the leather bindings, browsing what was there. The writing was foreign to her and her interest soon died. She sighed softly as she walked over to the fireplace. She glanced around the room once more, looking to see if anyone but her was present. Her heart was still beating rapidly, thumping as if it were going to leap from her chest. It hurt. She placed her right hand soothingly over her heart as she crouched down to look at the fireplace. She dropped down to her knees and poked her head inside, then looked upwards. It was too dark to see anything and she wasn't sure it was even open. She reached above to check for the latch that would normally be present to open up the chimney. Grunting as she stretched as far as she could and yes! it was there. She jiggled the lever until she forced it open with a loud creak of metal and stone. She poked her head out of the chimney to see if he had returned.<i>Surely that was heard</i>she thought as she winced, but the room was still as death. She returned to her work, as dust and old soot fell over her pale skin and clothing. She was a mess and it would be evident she had been meddling with things in the mansion.<i>Damnit </i>she thought as she moved away from the fireplace and tried to brush off the ashes.<i> Stupid girl</i>, she grumbled as the ash seemed to grind into her flesh, giving it a greyish hue. The more she rubbed, the more it ingrained into her flesh.