Changes part 10

Im in a police questioning room. Wait scratch that. Its not that because it's nicer. More elegant with comfortable restraint chairs (now isnt that an oxymoron), a single dull lit lamp and a blood red carpet. 'Why's it so cold?' I think to myself, scanning the room. The light bulb flickers. 'No no no. Please don't go out!' In fear of, insert terrible thing here, I keep all of my thoughts to myself. The light bulb magically stays on. 'HELL YES! THATS RIGHT LIGHT BULB! LISTEN TO YOUR MASTER!' The light bulb dies and i cant see anything within a centimeter from my face. Its pitch black. 'Stupid light bulb.' A second later, whatever warmth was in the room was shut off and the temperature drops to way below zero. It drops at a constant rate. The cold starts to sting my skin. 'Help me! Someone help me! Please!' The sting turns to a burning sensation. 'God Damn it!' My body slowly goes numb starting from my feet working it way up. 'HELP ME!' The creek of a large wooden door startles my thoughts along with a deep, dark, brooding voice. "No one is going to help you now Nyx. Welcome to the night."