Chains

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Darkness....

I scramble up from the seemingly old quilt I was awkwardly sprawled across. Where am I?
As I sit up on the low down hay mattress I try to tear of the small rag that was covering my eyes. Chains. Great...
Instead, I recklessly shake my head until it falls off. I knew listening to all that rock music would help somehow.

Finally I can see! I take a glance around the small, ominous room I was encased in. All I can see are huge rats racing around my ankles in a hurry, an oversized cell door and a tiny window that is letting in the eerie light of the full moon. Not helpful.

Am I relevant anymore? If so, to who?

All I can seem to think about is how emotionally torn apart I am from the previous events.

I shouldn't have got involved.

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