Adrianna White
From my peripheral, I see a familiar pair of eyes, my breath hitches.
I feel myself succumb to darkness just like that, unable to fight the tight chains the darkness wound around me.
I jerk awake with a gasp. An expression of fright etched on my face, abruptly jumping up from the bed.
Or should I call it a floppy mattress. Casting a glance at the floor filled with dirt.
I remember the saying "Be content with what you have"
At least I had a bed, compared to the cold, moist floor.
Although I did wonder why a prisoner would be given a bed by her kidnappers.
I didn't think much about it, deciding to settle on progressive things.
Example is looking for a way to escape from this prison or cage.
I look around the room where I was placed. It looked more like a cell than anything else.
I found myself praying and hoping I'd open my eyes and discover it's all a nightmare.
