Lydia's POV
It's almost inaudible, but since I'm probably at the centre of the whole factory set-up, or wherever I am, I can hear everything. The radio silence was broken by the sound of footsteps. Who is approaching me now? I didn't hear the metal door creaking open. Is there perhaps another entrance to this space?
I stay silent until I've confirmed that the footsteps are walking towards me. The person is indeed walking towards me. Is he going to hurt me? Why are they walking so slowly? I'm dying out of anticipation! What was to happen to me...?
And then...something miraculous happens.
I heard my name being called out!
"Lydia..." It's a male's voice, soft and silky. I could recognise it even from a broken tape recorder. His voice is filled with concern for me and my well-being. It was as if he was ensuring that I was okay. If I was able to talk, too. He couldn't be able to guess with the rag on my head that my mouth had been tied across by the dirty cloth.