Mortal Entry [WATTY AWARDS 2011]

Chapter VII

I ended up in a small, darker room than my cell. I was surrounded yet again by windowless, cold stone which looked like it had just come from Death himself. I tried to curl up my legs, but as much as I try, I can't move them. I peer through the darkness at them as my eyes ajust to the dim light. I try to move my legs again, this time watching them. Nothing happens. I try again, this time with more effort. Still, they remained in their stationary position. I poked them gently with my finger, still didn't feel anything. I poked harder and harder again. I couldn't feel anything. I had been drugged, my legs numbed.

I wanted to run, but my body failed to understand and move.