No Ones P.O.V
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She sat in the dark room, large metal chains weighing her wrists down while the end of the chain hooked up somewhere into the wall. The air in the room was thick and foul, at times suffocating her to the point where she thought she would choke on it. There were no windows, no doors. Just a small hatch on the roof where they would lower small portions of food by rope. They fed her just enough to keep her alive, but just enough to keep her weak enough from fighting it. The walls were cold and turned icy at what she assumed was nighttime. They were made of metal, steel maybe. A day in this hole felt like ten years. It was a never ending darkness that engulfed the room, each day she spent in it making her more and more desperate.
Desperate for fresh air, for sunshine, for people.
Nia leaned her head back against the cold wall and stared up at the latch, praying inwardly that it would open and that she would be allowed to get her small glimpse at the light from outside. Never once has she liked the dark, this room was an absolute nightmare.
"What the hell is going on." she mumbled softly and slumped her shoulders, letting the chains hold the weight of her arms.
Rustling could be heard from the hatch and she watched it intently, but it never opened. It simply shook, filling her with false hope like everything else. For some reason the small space was somehow sound proof. No matter how loud she screamed and thrashed the chains, the sound simply echoed back in her ears. The misery of the walls sucking in every sound of hope and urge of trying she had.
She could hear laughing just beyond the hatch. Maybe a day ago she would've screamed her lungs out, desperate to get someones attention. But she knew those laughs by now, she despised those laughs. Each minute that passed she wished, she prayed, that she could claw her way out of the hole and throw them in. She prayed for the moment when it was her laugh that they were hearing through that fucking hatch.
She thought about Britney, how she must be losing her mind looking for her. Maybe she would think that she had run off with a boy she met. It wasn't completely impossible. She could hear her name through the hatch most of the day, she could also hear Alex's. The conversations were muffled by the thick walls and it was hard to make out what they were saying most of the time. She could only pick up little snippets of conversations, but never enough to make any sense of any of them.
Was it possible that Alex had something to do with all this? Was Britney going to be the next person to be lowered in through that hatch? It was going to Alex's neck in her hands if she found out he had anything to do with it. She was worried about Britney, the dread consumed her. Britney was strong, and stubborn but she trusted people easily, too easily. It was the reason she had been taken advantage of so many times before, it was the reason she and Nia had met. She was being picked on every day by the same group of girls, and Nia stood up for her. Someone doesn't become cold towards people and solitary without something happening to them to cause it.
She knew she had to get out but she didn't know how if she could barely lift her arms over her head. Nia pulled roughly on the chains, the rusted metal scraping against her skin as she did so. She let out a frustrated groan and thrashed her arms the best she could, desperately trying to loosen a bolt, a chain link, anything.
"Let me the fuck out of here! Let me out you psychos, let me out!" she screamed violently, the tears once again pouring down her cheeks as the thought passed her mind again. The thought of this darkness, possibly being the last thing she ever sees.
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Britney's P.O.V
