Salt.
I could only taste salt.
It clung to the roof of my mouth and the inner sides of my cheeks. I spat, wanting the foul sting to go away.
I squeezed my eyes hard, hard enough to see dancing colours and light. I re-opened them to see flames licking the room.
I could no longer smell anything, and my breathing became laboured. The smoke was affecting my lungs. Bad.
I tried to move again. Nothing. Pain stuck some areas of my body, but some that hurt before, did nothing. Nothing.
I took the time to scan as much of the area as possible, straining to see through the thicken flames and smoke. I zeroed in on a spherical item.
It was bubbling, but how? It warped and charred in the intense fire.
Plastic.
It was plastic.
A red, plastic sphere.
What is it doing here? Why does it deserve to be trapped, like me?
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