Amelia
My head was throbbing. My arms felt tingly. I was starving, and my mouth felt like I had swallowed a handful of sand. I groaned as I moved my head and tried to open my eyes. The smell was horrible. It smelled like mold and blood combined, and it was freezing. I opened my eyes, but, thanks to the brightness, had to shut them quickly.
I fluttered them open again and began blinking rapidly to let them adjust to the lighting. I looked around the room where I was being hung on. There was only a flimsy light bulb hanging over me. I was hung like a piece of meat in the meat market with my hands bound together in a metal chain. Thankfully, I was still clothed, but the ache in my head was a sign that I had a concussion.
I tried to look further into the room but saw nothing and no one,
