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I woke up at the sound of the loud slam of a door, which seems to be the door to the dungeon. I had no faintest idea if someone came in or went out. I adjusted my eyes to the dimly lit room I was. It was then I realized I wasn't in the dungeon, I was in a cell. I made an attempt to move my limbs but something held it back. I looked down at my body and my eyes bulged in shock — I was chained. My two arms were chained to the wall, my legs were chained to the ground. I looked around in panic as I realized my totally helpless situation. The iron dug into my skin, cold metals sending shivers down my spine. It hurt so much that I felt nothing more. I was numb. I couldn't cry, I just let out a dry laugh. Why keep me alive to suffer when you can just end my life? I tried to move my arms