Newt imagines 2

The girl they didn't know about

Opening yours eyes was just as dark as closing them. The floor underneath you moves, lurching upwards like an elevator. You try to recall where you are, you try to remember anything. But you can't, silhouettes of people with no faces flash before your eyes, you can't give them names. They're disappearing faster than you can breath. A red light flashes through holes in the box. You pull yourself in to a huddled crouch, your head hitting the wooden top of the box. There's a commotion outside, the box ever moving outside. It sounds like a person calling. They then smash into your box, you scream as white teeth smile at you through the holes, and a pair of eyes reflecting the red light scan you. Then everything jolts to a stop, smashing your head against the top of the box.

"Stay very quiet and I won't let them hurt you, sis." The person outside the box says.

Peeping through the holes, you watch a girl sit on the floor of a metal grid and pour water in her eyes. She rubs them, it makes her look like she's been crying for hours, she sniffles and hugs her legs.

There's another whirring mechanic noise and a bright light blinds you. Deep masculine voices call down and exclaim. The whole box moves as a couple jump in, causing you to hit your head again. You clutch the sore spot feeling nauseous and terrified.

"It's a girl!" One calls out surprised.

"I call dibs."

"No I saw her first!"

"Is she hot?"

The voices are all male. You watch through your restricted holes as they help the girl up. The noise is chaotic for about half an hour then it fades away as they leave. You sit in your box clutching your knees sobbing and viscously shaking.

Then they come back, only a couple, back into the crate and start moving wooden boxes similar to yours. Then two grab yours on either side. You want to scream but you remember the girl and what she said. She sound like she knew what she was doing. So you sit in silence as the box is lifted out. You see green luscious grass, legs moving around, people, you can smell food cooking and animals shit. It's all overwhelming.

"That's my box, don't open it." The girl calls.

"It's shucking heavy." A boy pants.

"It's got bloody holes in it, is there an animal in that?" A British voice says as he examines the box trying to see through the holes. You scurry out of sight.

The box creeks as pressure is applied to the top. "Newt this is my box it has my name on, can you guys just be strong handsome lads and put it in the basement." The girl flirts with the British lad.

"Uhh, yeah I guess, come on guys lets move it." He responds.

Your box is then picked up again, on the move, your tossed about in the box roughly. Confused, scared and lost.  You had to trust the girl, like she had said keep quiet and she would protect you. You tremble and curl into a ball waiting to go to the basement.

***

Your box had been put in the basement about five hours ago, and you were still stuck in the box. There was no lights, no entertainment and most of all no water or food. Your stomach was rumbling every second now, being a painful demon trying to tear through you.

A clicking of a lock, clattering of keys reveal a faint light to your right. You get up and looking through the holes you see a door and the black outline of the girl. She flicks a switch and the whole basement lights up with an artificial yellow glow. She then walks in locking the door behind, hanging the keys on a peg on the wall. She had a powerful walk, like she was strutting, full of self confidence. Thing was, she did have a body, she had a perfect figure, long flowing hair, a stunning, defined look. She was the true definition of beautiful.