Another dimension?

**SCARLETT'S POV**

The man raises a shaky hand to touch his face after there is no sound at all. The man falls silent, and the candles flicker out with an echoing ‘pop'. Only the duct tape on my lips, hands and feet shine shockingly brightly. Nothing provides any light through the large glass windows behind the man, but my duct tape illuminates the bloodstains on the stone floor as well as the brand new diamond encrusted dagger still lying beside me, untouched. I reach out tentatively with both taped hands, moving on the floor on my butts, and aiming towards the dagger.

A dry cackle from the bleeding man shocks and stops me midway into trying to navigate cutting through the duct tape with the dagger. I look in his direction in the dark room, feeling a little more scared and a little more nervous. He stays silent again, so I keep struggling with the dagger until I get it in a hold that starts cutting into the duct tape.

It takes three attempts before I finally manage to cut through.