I could feel the cold rusty metal rubbing against my skin as I struggled to open my eyes. The atmosphere was so cold, almost as if it had never met the sun, and no breeze was there. My lungs were begging for air as I was struggling to breathe.
At last, I managed to gather my remaining strength and opened my eyes to see a shade of dark night filling the space. There wasn't the slightest sign of light to recognize a door or even a wall. Feelings of panic and fear were fighting for dominance in my soul. As I tried to raise my hands to rub my eyes back to reality, I realized they were tied separately to two chains attached to two pieces of unsturdy metal fixed to the ground, of just about 50 cm of space seperating them. Everytime I attempted to free myself, the tight chains rapped around my hands would cut into my flesh, provoking a desperate scream to eco around the room along with the squeaky sound of the musty metal.
I was now almost fully awake. My senses fell into place, and I felt the blood burning through the cuts and bruises on my limbs and face. It was as if I was beaten up, but I couldn't tell because I couldn't remember ....
Being unconscious is one thing, but being conscious and barely remembering how you ended up here is something else. Searching the blurry pool in my brain, I tried to remember what brought me here, what got me into this mess ... but in vain. I was in total desperation, trying to figure it all out . At least 14 days of my life seemed to have vanished into thin air, and I clouldn't even remember how long I was asleep down here. How long was I without food ? When was the last time I drank? It seemed like I could remember my past, but was totally oblivious about the past 2 or 3 weeks of my life.
Goosebumps seemed to multiply on my flesh as time ticked, and my eyes were trying to recognize either signs of life or an exit, but nothing was visible. I could feel that my pants were ripped from the bottom, with a few holes on my knees, and my shirt was half wet, allowing the cold air to penetrate through the very thin layer of cloth making me shiver. Along with the obliviousness of my life running through my veins, part of me, even though I couldn't remember anything, sensed this wasn't some kind of kidnapping and asking for ransom thing. Something was really odd.
