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You awaken in the dark; naked on a cold concrete floor with only an old, rough blanket that you’ve barely slept on. For a second, as you awake, you’ve forgotten where you are or what’s happened but the memories of the past evening’s events come rushing back to you as if like a sharp, sudden pain. You’d hoped this had been a nightmare that you wake up from, but instead you’ve woken up right back in it. You try to raise your hands to your face, hoping that rubbing your eyes will help your sight adjust to the darkness but your hands, still bound by cold metal cuffs, come to an abrupt stop as something tugs back. Your cuffs are chained to the ground and you’re forced to lower your head to your hands in order to touch your face. When did this happen? I must have come down in the night and chained you to the ground while you slept, you realise. The knowledge that you’re not even safe while you’re asleep is truly terrifying and you start to wonder if you’re even alone in this room right now. Trembling with fear, you bend your body to reach your eyes with your hands and it feels like every muscle in your body fires into action; burning and aching after a night of violence. You rub your eyes for what feels like several minutes; they’re sore from all the crying. When you open them again the room is as dark as it was before.

You fumble in the dark looking for the bottle of water I gave you. I told you before I left you alone in the dark last night that nobody would hear you scream but that didn’t stop you trying. You figure I can’t have been lying; surely I would have come down to stop you from screaming at some point last night if you’d actually had any chance of being heard? You tried exploring the room in the dark last night also; slowly, carefully stumbling around with your hands bound together. You weren’t sure what you were looking for but you know you didn’t discover it. After what felt like hours of pacing the edges of the room, roughly gauging the size of it in the pitch black and screaming as loud as you could in every part of it, as if searching for some way for your voice to escape, you eventually returned to the blanket on the floor and collapsed, exhausted, and fell asleep. Your throat is sore and scratchy and as you drink the water you tell yourself you won’t waste your energy screaming any more. You reach around for the blanket, hoping to cover your bruised, naked body and something about the touch of the material is almost hypnotic. You run your hand over the material, over and over again, as if in a trance, waiting for your mind to arrive at whatever wondered it’s searching for. Eventually it gets there. You realise it’s the sort of blanket you would throw over the seats of your car to keep dog hair off; cheap, coarse and functional, not a blanket designed for human comfort or warmth, yet even a dog wouldn’t be kept in these conditions. You’ve never felt more worthless.

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