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𝒎𝒂𝒅 new world ...
SHE AWOKE IN complete darkness. It wasn't a soft darkness, the kind that came accompanied with a host of stars and a hanging moon. This was a heavy darkness. One that bathed every object in it's ominous touch, one that whispered echos and mimicked every sound. It came accompanied with the dreadful sound of metal grinding against metal. In it's own menacing manner, it added to theeerieatmosphere like it was taunting her. The girl inhaled sharply, each breath clawing against her throat in despair. Her body shook with an unruly tremor as she pulled herself upwards, arms collapsing at the burning strain of the effort.
Instantly, her fingertips brushed against the metal floor beneath her and she withdrew as soon as they hit the surface. The harsh divergence of her feverish body temperature and the icy cold metal was overly discomforting, sending a shiver snaking down her spine. It took a few moments after for the girl to fully come to her senses.
And when she did, she panicked.
Desperately, she pulled her shaking body to her feet. A scream was caught in her throat, begging to escape. However, no sound came out. Only the wild pounding of her heart rung in her ears, displaying the sheer magnitude of her fear and confusion. An aggressive jolt of the space she was in dominated, throwing her into the dark once again. The girl lost her balance at the movement, landing with an agonising slam against the hard, solid surface. Her panic doubled. Frantically, she reached for anything to latch onto, crawling around the floor like a wild animal caught in a cage. Her hands grazed against the walls and she felt four of them, webbed with cool metal.
She was in some kind of box.
In pure trepidation, the girl managed to scream for help. The action burned her lungs and caused a wave of dizziness, chest heaving uncontrollably. She could not grasp onto any explanation of why she was in a metal box which was hurling her into the infinite sea of darkness above. She had no idea how she had got there, what she did to deserve it and when it would stop. Hands covering her face, she tried to remember anything. Anything at all. It was useless, only a haunting emptiness lay in her mind and obscured any glimpse of recollections. She was pure nothingness, and that scared her more than anything. Screeches reverberated through the air, contributing to the swelling terror in her chest. As much as she forced herself to remain calm, fear pumped through the girl's veins and inhabited her blood. Liveliness drained out of her weak frame and was substituted by a feeling of bitter enervation.
She sunk into the floor, moaning in torment.
The disgusting smell of burnt oil and the bitter taste of dust invaded her senses. The box was swaying as it rattled upwards, flipping her stomach over and triggering a feeling of nausea. She needed to get out now. A choke echoed from her lips as she strained to stand again, pounding roughly on the ceiling and protesting for a way out. Seconds turned into minutes and her arms stiffened at the prolonged tension. There was no way out. She gave up trying to escape and let herself crumple in fatigue and defeat, allowing the darkness to encircle her.
