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It reeked of piss and mold, the scent of mildew and sweat mingling in the humidity of the tiny space. Days, she had been lying there, never moving, nearly too frightened to breathe. Her side ached, blisters forming thick on the skin of her shoulder, hip, knee and ribs, the acrid taste of vomit stinging the back of her throat. She couldn't remember the last time she needed to use the toilet, or the last time she had seen daylight, now wondering if she had been left there to die, sure of the fact that her captors would have found the tiny crawl space by now. Slowly she found her thoughts drifting to what she used to be, the haunting remains of colors and sounds invading her conscious as she let her hand slowly creep up her un-weighted side, jagged ribs rising as she wiggled her toes , the small appendages sending bitsy chunks of concrete tumbling out of her crammed hole.
Like a spider the thin hand made its way to her sullen cheeks, wiping away moisture she tried to blame on her eyes, though she knew she had no more tears. Her mind, too racked and raw to stay focused, again returned to the idea of her current state of possible abandonment, the thought of which disturbingly comforting; better to die alone, than to be abused and tortured. Longing to move for the first time, her terror subduing the urge previously, she attempted to shift, a shocking pain vibrating into her gut as she bit down a scream, the sores on her side ripping, infected in the moist space.
Bile tingled against her jaw, a thick of waves spiraling down her spine and into her feet; slight flecks of old concrete again tumbling from the impossibly small space. Without warning a whoosh sounded some distance behind her, mumbles sounding cautiously as several more swishes sounded; people. Quickly panic made a home of her hollow, hardened stomach, the voice of the beast surfacing as a loud rumble, the panic sending the organ growling loudly. Immediately she wished her own death, hideously afraid that if it did not come now she would end up begging for it in pain instead of fear.
Now her tears were realized, soft whimpers escaping thin lips as droplets rolled down and over the bridge of her nose, coming to a halt and stinging the wound that inhabited her tender shoulder. With a force that felt like a car crash something gripped her foot and pulled, her heart leaping so fast from her chest to her throat that it was a wonder the beating mass hadn't shot straight through the top of her head. A single, quavering no escaped her salty lips, the ground suddenly Gone from beneath her as she was pulled from her hiding spot by strong, overpowering hands.
A/N: sorry! Bear with me, the first few chapters are going to be kind of short because they are sequenced, but they will get longer soon!! I promise! Hope you enjoyed.