"Get me out of here!" Sania yelled, hitting hard on the wooden door that has been locked from the other side.
He face was covered in sweat from struggling to be free from their grasp but that was it, not a single tear dropped from her eyes yet.
She fell to her knees in front of the door, feeling very weak and exhausted. Aside from struggling so much, this constant exhaustion has persisted for nearly five day, but without symptoms of illness.
"Why was I such a fool!" She asked herself, finally letting tears gather up in the corner of her eyes.
The room was dimly lit, and appeared to be a storage room with numerous barrels scattered all over the place, a few rags here and there, and Sania could have sworn that someone else was in the room, or perhaps it was a statue sitting at the far end in the dark corner.
"Get me out!" She yelled again.
