Jo-Beth groaned in pain as she sprawled on the dirt floor. This mansion was falling apart on her, the wooden panels constantly breaking under her feet. Now, she was in some strange hole. It was littered with cobwebs, and had no flooring. Probably a space between the walls of the mansion. She cursed herself for wearing such a short skirt today, as well as wearing her favorite outfit; her boots, her fishnet stockings and her short t-shirt, all torn up and filthy.
