The Memory Trap

The first sound she remembered was the sound of chains. The way they echoed convincing her not to open her eyes, out of fear.

Where am I?

She sifted on what felt like metal beneath her, her senses coming back slowly as she was suddenly jolted, an unknown force carrying her upwards. She had no memory of where she was or how she got here, not even her name was thinkable. Moving upwards she started to feel the contraption she was in accelerate, another noise was recognizable, a loud, deep, beeping. When she was jolted for the second time she knew she’d reached her destination, fear consumed her telling her to hide, but the darkness made it impossible. Confused, afraid, curious; she could barely stand the waiting, the contraption teasing her with more fear as another noise blasted her ears; it was opening.