Buried: A Black Butler fã Fiction
Chapter One: Saved
It was dark, pitch black. There wasn’t an ounce of sunlight. Even though I couldn’t see, I knew the o espaço I was in was a confined one. I could feel all the walls pressed up against me. With a hesitant, shaky hand I reached out and traced the cheap splintering wood. I couldn’t remember anything, and the claustrophobia was getting to me. I took in several sharp breaths, and screamed for help. I could tell I was in a coffin, and that if I was under three feet deep there wasn’t a chance anyone could hear me. I also realized that me screaming...