I woke up, in my small, cramped room with no furniture. I sat up on the huge mattress-like floor, I rubbed over my sore muscles, that I knew would go through another hard day. I hear the door open, and a plate with my usual morning food on it got shoved towards me. I crawled over to the plate of bread and reached out for it. My hunger took over, and I shoved the stale lump of bread in my mouth. Also, I had a small cup of water, that I gulped down in seconds. It barely stilled my thirst, but it was something. I heard a loud buzzer go off, the one I heard every morning before I'd get taken away to the torture rooms. ~ Prologue Second ChanceAll Rights Reserved
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