She was up
to her shoulders in warm, deep red blood. She had to escape. But
how? The small room was filling up faster than she could think. The
surface level was now nearing her chin, she was going to drown. She
tilted her head up toward the ceiling to delay her inevitable fate.
There was a large, spinning fan overhead. It's blades were
metal razor blades. The fan started to spin faster and faster
'till finally, it broke. Sparks and razor blades went flying
everywhere. The room was pitch black as she took her last breath
and disappeared under the surafce of her own
blood.