![]() ![]() ![]() I stared at the bed, wishing I were on it. The small panic attacks had lessened over the past few weeks, but there was an undercurrent of strife, and I feared what would happen if things got out of control. Being held against my will caused spikes in my adrenaline, and the subsequent crashes left me drained. With no way to tell time, I wasn’t sure how long I’d been there. The rest of the room retained both the look and smell of the rest of the decaying structure. ![]() There was a lamp and a mattress with a blanket, but those were the only creature comforts. The small bedroom-like area was created from a previous office. Though it lacked privacy, the cage at least had a bed, and in there I wasn’t restrained with my arms above my head. The chains chafed my wrists, making me wish I were still in my cage. ![]()
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