All I know is that it's dark. I don't know how long I've been awake but it's definitely longer than an hour. I'm laying on my back with my wrists and ankles bound to the cold floor. I've tried calling out. I've tried freeing my arms and legs. A growing fear that I had been buried alive was quickly diminished as the room containing began moving. At first it was a jolt into the air. Then sudden jerky back and forth, side to side movements threw me into a state of not knowing which way was up and which way was down. I hung in an awkward angle only being held in place by thin shackles that start digging into my wrists. The room starts tilting even more forward making the strain on my wrists even more un-pleasant. Just when I think I'm going to snap off and tumble to the ground, an enormous ripping noise pierces my ear. As the rip happens a ray of light bolts in and dimly lights up at first what I assumed to be a room. I look down at myself. The shackles holding me in place are plastic rings like something a toy would be held in by. My chest is bare but luckily my groin is covered by a silky pair of underwear that just barely cover me up.
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