I had a normal, fairly boring life. I went to school, worked part-time, I had friends and a family. I wasn't extremely happy but I was fine with my life.
And then the dogs came.
I'd been walking home one night when three huge beasts clawed me to the ground. I tried to scream for help but it was over too quickly. There was so much pain and then nothing. Black.
I'd thought I was dead.
I was dead.
And then I woke up.
It was a caged room with nothing but a wired rack in the corner. It smelled like rotting meat and smoke. The rocky floor was so cold as I laid sprawled out on it, staring at the ceiling and trying to stop the painful thud that moved through my whole body.
I could hear the screaming far off and one thought ran through my mind.
I have to get out of here.
"Hey, sweetheart," came a rough voice to my right. Moving my head hurt but that didn't stop me from quickly twisting to see who else was there with me.
It was a man in the next cage over, sitting with his back to the opposite cage wall made of stone. Green eyes swept over me from beneath what looked like caked on blood and mud as he spoke again, "Welcome to hell."
Thinking he was joking, I smiled weakly and replied, "Glad to be here," before falling back into the black.