She woke up with a searing headache. Her senses caught up as she glanced at the darkness around her.
Where am I? She thought. What is this place? What am I doing here?
She crawled on the ground, trying to find her bearings. She stood, grazing her hand along the grated walls, trying to find some sort of opening.
The floor shot up instantly, a distant creak echoing throughout the room.
She stumbled back to the cold floor, unsure of what was going on.
The speed of the room accelerated, lights flashing past her. She guessed she was in some sort of elevator.
She began hyperventilating, unsure of where she was, or what even her name was.
She tried to calm herself, shutting her eyes in an attempt to make the confusion go away. The clanging only got louder as I went up.
Wherever she was going, she knew things would never be the same.
She tried to find memories of her past, but nothing was there. Only knowledge of what she learned. But where did it all come from?
Who was I? She was barely able to think straight with so many unanswered questions looming in her mind.
Wait. Am I dead? Is my family? Who were they? Did I even have one? Where am I being taken!?
She felt a sharp pang in her chest. A surge of fear swelled in her, like a storm beginning to form.
It felt as if she was on the verge of turning insane. Her head hurt all over again trying to comprehend everything. She thought for sure she was gonna die of a panic attack.
Then, without notice, a red light beamed around the room. The room stopped. There was a loud clang above her.
She took a second glance around the room, seeing if there was something she could use to escape. The only things she could find were a toolbox, a rope net, and carts of food and materials.
She opened the tool box, but found nothing she could use for breaking her out of this grated prison.
Her anxiety rose even more when she heard muffled noises and rummaging from above. Two lids began to rise, blasting her with sunlight.
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She glanced after adjusting to the light. About thirty teenage boys stood above her, laughing and talking as they stared at her.
"Looks like we got us a lady-shank." One boy said.
"Looks like it? What else would she be shuck face?" Another said.
