The sound echoed throughout the small room, bouncing off the cold, gray, concrete walls. I tried to move my arms, but found them wrapped in rusty iron chains. I looked around, fear mounting in my chest. My feet were bare and cold, chains bound my ankles loosely. Panic raced through my veins and I had the urge to scream. I tried my arms again, moving them a couple inches closer to my body. Then, the noise came back. A grating, sliding noise finding its way into my ears. The sound of metal on metal and a doorknob turning. I looked up, and a scream erupted from my throat when i saw....