I entered my new life standing up in a small caged box. All I could breathe was the stale, dusty air that surrounded my dark prison.
Metal grounded against metal; the cage jerked upwards slightly, while I crashed downwards to the floor in a sprawling mess.
The weakened state of the light far below meant that my eyes were unable to adjust quick enough to see where I was.
Feeling across the floor, I shuffled backwards until I felt something hard touch my fingertips. Tracing my fingers to the left slightly, I brushed the wall until I could feel a corner.
Once found, I moved into the space and curled into a tight ball. It gave me little comfort, the tight ball, I just felt cold.
Nevertheless, I could feel drops of sweat trickle down my face despite the cool air that rushed through the shaft.
Despite the poor light, I knew that I was alone. I wanted to cry. I wanted to be comforted. I just wanted answers. But, somehow, I knew that nothing like that would happen. Ever.
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