I gasped, waking up. I couldn't see anything. I didn't feel a blindfold... It was just dark. I was lying on my back on a quite comfortable surface. I tried to sit up but hit my head. "Ow....." I said. Thn, I started to panic. "Hello? Hello! HELLO! ANYONE, PLEASE! I'M ALIVE! HELP ME! I'M TRAPPED HERE!!!" I screamed. I pounded on the roof of my prison, trying my hardest to alert someone. It was no use. It was bolted shut. I figured I had around half an hour of ait if I didn't hyperventilate or anything. After laying for around 5 minutes, I realized something. "I am going to die in here. I never got to say goodbye.... "A tear ran down my face but I wiped it away swiftly. "I don't know what I did to deserve this.... and I know it doesn't really matter... but I am completely sorry." I said. I turned to the side and started to try to sleep. Then, an idea hit me. I had seen Kill Bill. Maybe I could... It's worth a shot. I punched the roof of my chamber. "OW!" I exclaimed. My knuckles hurt. I ripped off the bottom of my shirt. It still covered the important stuff, but it only went down to a little above my belly button. I wrapped the strips of fabric around my hands like a boxer. I started to punch. Hard. I thought about who did this to me. I thought about my daughter and husband. I needed to get back to them. I punched harder. I heard it crack. I curled up and kicked it too, putting all of my force into it. It cracked more. Light started shining through. I kept kicking and punching at the crack until my hand went through. "Ahh!" I said. I pulled my hand back in and light was abundant now. I put my eye up to the crack, surveying around me. I saw a man coming towards the box I was in. I gave the box a couple more hard strikes before the hole was big enough. Then, I shouted. "Help me, please! I'm trapped in here! I'm alive!" I pried some wood out of the roof and made a hold big enough for my head to go through. I popped out like a whack-a-mole. "HELP ME!" I shouted. Suddenly, a woman came running up to me.
"Oh thank God you're alive, Mademoiselle!" She said. She had a french accent and Marylin Monroe type features.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Can you please get me out of here?!?!" I asked. Her face flushed.
"Oh, oui, jus let me pick the lock..." She pulled a bobby pin out of her hair and worked on the lock. She got it open in no time. I pulled my head in as she opened the lid. She looked at my shirt and smiled disaprovingly.
"What? I asked, climbing out of the box.
"Nothing." She laughed. "Except, your shirt! It's in tatters!"
"Haha.. yeah..." I held up my hands.
"Oh...kay'."
"Yeah." I inspected the area around the box. We were in a grey room, with a cement floor and white cieling tiles. There was a door on opposing sides to my left and right. The doors were locked. "How am I going to get out of here?"
