Through the only window of her basement cell the moonlight shone softly and she could hear the sounds of the night just outside the bars. It was cold and a gentle wind could be heard outside of her stone prison; the breeze blew in through the window every now and then. During the day it wasnâ€™t so bad, but at night it almost felt like winter had come earlier this year. The cell was a small, square area that was probably big enough for about five or six people, maybe seven at the most. But all she had were the sounds for the outside to keep her company aside from the rats that tended to make an appearance every now and then. One in particular has been her company for the past week and a half who usually slipped in after the master of the mansion was done tormenting her, his name was Montrell, and from what she learned from him she was not the only girl who had been kidnapped and brought here.<br/><br/>Sofia still found it odd, befriending a rat. And on top of that the thought of a talking rat freaked her out at first but she soon got use to it. He was definitely an odd old rat who spoke with a bit of lisp since he didnâ€™t have human teeth, larger than other the rats around here but that was probably because he was a bit chubby. Nevertheless he has been good company and very helpful, despite being a bit quirky, he even spoke of trying to find a way to get her out of here.<br/><br/>For the past month the darkness of this cell has been all that she knew, but how she ended up here was fuzzy; one moment she was talking with her mother about the trip to England and the next she woke up in here. Since then a warlock who called himself Gabriel, discovering his name was more helpful information from Montrell, has been tormenting her saying he wanted what was hidden within her. It was the same story for all who were brought here. Gabriel was looking for something, and apparently what she had locked inside of her was exactly what he has been looking for. From what she understood it had been something to do with an experiment heâ€™s been working on for quite some time, and that Montrell had apparently been one of those experiments.<br/><br/>When she heard someone coming, the footsteps soft, she had thought it was the rat approaching but instead it was Gabriel. Stopping in front of her cell, candle in his hand, he smiled at her as his cold eyes seemed to penetrate her very soul. He was an older man, probably middle aged if she had to hazard a guess, much older than she was. In the darkness of this basement Sofia has never really gotten a real good look at him and she really didnâ€™t want to either. He was disgusting, the way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her. â€œPreparations are almost complete. Youâ€™re about to witness something great, arenâ€™t you excited? I have a good feeling about tonight.â€ Leaning closer and grabbing onto the barred door, he chuckled softly, â€œOh how Iâ€™ve waited so long to find the perfect one, I thought Iâ€™d never come across a witch as powerful as you.â€<br/><br/>Instead of answering the man she just remained quiet. Talking wasnâ€™t going to do much good anyway so why bother with it, knowing he was just going to keep her here no matter what she said. Ever since she was little she knew she had special powers, she wouldnâ€™t exactly say that she was a witch, but never quite understood them. To an extent she could control them but she knew she was not all that powerful like he seemed to think. Part of her wanted him to find out the hard way that whatever he had planned, using her was not going to work out well for him. But she knew that she was a prisoner here, soon to end up as an experiment if she wasnâ€™t already, either way.<br/><br/>â€œYou donâ€™t seem excited.â€ Gabriel spoke again. â€œWhy is that?â€<br/><br/>Sofia looked at him with a blank expression and then shrugged. And with a frown Gabriel went back upstairs quietly. She was not exactly the boldest woman but she did have it in her to be a little stubborn when she needed to. He was right about one thing, however, and that was the fact that there was a good feeling about tonight floating around. She couldnâ€™t place her finger on it but it she acknowledged that it was there. It was probably wishful thinking so she didnâ€™t let the thought linger too much. Lingering thoughts could be dangerous, she has learned that much at least.