Day 12
I was able to crawl to my feet after some time and begin to properly explore the room in which I was being held.
The floorboards were solid yet rough from the constant skittering of claws. No windows adorned the walls, but I could make out the dim outline of a door across the dimly lit room.
The pain I’d felt before was receding into a dull ache now that I was able to move again—stiff muscles screamed to stretch after so much inactivity.
The door was locked, but the frame and assembly were far from sturdy, but the ominous voice from before made me pause before testing it for my escape.
It was all eerily silent, but I was beginning to distrust my perception of everything.
But, the need to find answers lingered, and I could do nothing as imprisoned as I was.
That would have to change.
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