There’s this feeling in the pit of my stomach, urging me to vomit, I don’t know if it’s the stench, the fear, the hunger or the fact that the other person was screaming and wailing all night. Whether they were awake and trying to escape, or just terrors of the night, I do not know, but it made the horror of being chained up so much more powerful. I’ve tried everything to get my hands out of here, but it’s such a perfect fit that I would have to break the bones in both of my hands and the two of my feet in order to slide out of it, and even then I wouldn’t be able to climb the steps to get out once I was out of them. I tried talking to the other person too, she mumbled a little, but I didn’t understand much through her hysterical crying. She did manage to say that she just simply woke up in here like I did, and that she was out at dinner with her husband, when she was snatched in the women’s bathroom. I’m still trying to remember what happened to me.
