I woke up to a basement with only one bulb in the middle of it illuminating a sensible part of the room and a giant mirror serving as a window. I could only see the reflection of myself and not outside on the proposed window.
I was not restrained, totally free to move around the tiny space so, I seized the opportunity and went to the door and of course, it was locked. I tried my luck with twisting and picking the key, but my efforts were futile.
My throat felt itchy and dry, which could be an effect of the drugs I was sedated from.
There was no one to complain to that I was hungry, thirsty and needed to relieve myself. Absolutely nobody.
I screamed, pounded the door and mirror just to get any attention, but I was only exhausting the little energy I had left.
When I was done with all
