Temporary Freedem

I remember the bars on the doors
because they were always closed. I had no concept of time it could have been hours, minutes or even years and I would feel no difference. Until the day the fighters came. I thought I had finally found my freedom. I thought they were my savior's, my heroes, only to realize it was a temporary freedom, they felt nothing for me. They caged us in much smaller cages selling us like lab rats and pets. They didn't care what happened to us. My name is Storm and this is my story, my chance at freedom. A freedom I never had. I never thought that it would be another chain that gave me that freedom I needed.