Chase gasped when he disappeared. He was just.. leaving her here! Tied to a stone, in a dark, cold cave. She was barely wearing anything either! Just shorts and a tank top! She was going to die! She struggled against the bonds, unable to move, feeling as though the alter were pulling her down into some deep hole as it got darker and darker. The only sound was of the rushing water far off. And Chase's breath came in gasps, the air getting so cold she could swear it was freezing her lungs. She could just barely see the mist rising from her hot breath in the cold room. And suddenly Chase felt a hopelessness descend upon her. It gripped her lungs and made her choke. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she lifted her head off the table, as though trying to see around her. She moved around as much as she could, the chains clinking together on the table, making quite the noise. But she didn't care, she had to keep moving, she had to move so she could survive. If she couldn't move.. she'd either freeze, or go insane from the thoughts in her head. So she kept moving, one arm as far as it could go, then the other, her head, her back, arching and rolling, trying to keep her mind distracted.