Julia sat on a simple small chair gazing at the boy that laid in the cellar with her. Her eyes watched him intently waiting for him to awaken. He was covered in dirt and his arms were tied behind his back with chains. His ankles chained as well. She gave a sigh and softly hummed to herself as she glanced at the large medal door. Sitting next to the door was a galore of needles. Some filled with blue liquid others filled with red. There also laid some pliers and a few knives. Julia shook slightly and hugged herself when she thought about the things she was suppose to do to this person only a few feet away from her. "How am I going to do this?" She thought to herself. It was then that she pulled the picture out of her pocket. She smiled slightly when she glanced at her family picture. Her little sister, mom and dad smiling back. "I'm doing this for my family." She thought to herself. She continued to hum and closed her eyes trying to think of happy thoughts. It was dark in the room. Only a small light seeped through from the crack at the bottom of the door.