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Nothing happened, or so it seemed as if nothing happened.

Your memory was failing you, just as your lungs in this loathsome room.
Or whatever this was.

Struggling, calling for help, and pleading were all useless. It was all useless. You felt useless.

The overall unpleasantness of your situation caused you to curl up into a ball and cry.
But crying was useless.

Your tears dampened the cold hard bricks that you lay on, making them even colder to the touch.
Every limb in your body shook and ached.
Your stomach pleaded for some food.

How long has it been?
How long will it be?

There was no explanation for any of this.
No hints to where you were, or who did this to you.

It was just you, chained to wall, hurting all over.

Your mind was the worst.

It was screaming, tormenting itself, trying to find any memory- anything.
It was pulling itself apart, and you didn't even have a name.

So you continued weeping, alone in a dark room, pulling yourself apart desperately.

But it was useless.

You just wanted it to end- in anyway.

"Help me."
You repeatedly whispered to yourself.