When porcelain is rebuilt

What now

I pace the room, my non existant heart rate increasing as the clock ticks on.

This is too much. I'd even prefer a visit from Nightmare, my abuser then the silent that engulfs this room.

I quickly throw a chair at the window, the center.  Of course, it didnt shatter. Why would it? That would be too easy.

The door quickly opens and the chair is swiped out. What in the hell? That's when I notice a camera in the corner.

Now I dont feel safe. Almost like an animal in a cage. Am I even with Dream, Blue and Cross?

Thinking of it.. no. I'm not.
This looks like the room that I was held in years ago. Why am I only noticing now?

My arm swipes the desk clear in a blinding rage. How could I be this stupid. I have been kidnapped. And I've been sitting here, feeling sorry for myself.
Dream must be worried sick.

I run and begin to kick on the corners of the door, trying to get it to break. All I'm getting are small creaks from the area, Until a large crack forms up the frame.
Suddenly the door bursts open and slimly things grab me, bashing me into the wall.
I feel dazed and dizzy. I cant quite see straight.

"if this isn't a fit... maybe the dungeons will be." Nightmare snarled. I'm right. I was kidnapped.

A bag is out over my head as I'm dragged through hallways and down multiple sets of stairs. Then I'm thrown into a cell, the door squeaking behind me.

As soon as I land on the floor, I pass out, my head ramming straight on the floor.