I am in this cell, cold and shivering. I have zero idea where I am, or how I got here. Last I remember, I had laid across my bed, in my room, and was close to sleep. I felt a prick on my neck and I woke up in this damp, smelly room. I've tried asking those that are held in the cells with me, but all I get is attitude and being made fun of for crying. I can't help it. I'm terrified.
"Quit whimpering girl! You are driving me crazy with that sniveling." came from one cell. "Where am I? I want to go home!" someone mimics me from another. They are all witches. I am guessing that there are 6 at the least. However, it is so dark here that I barely see the next cell. Who in their right mind would go through the danger of collecting and imprisoning so many witches? A lunatic for sure. I keep tryi
