Her Point of View
I have been walking for at least thirty minutes now. My legs were starting to ache from the tiredness I was feeling.
Different hands were still gripped onto my arms. Their hands were calloused and their bodies felt big due to how they handled me whenever I would hit and stumble on an object on the ground as I could not see where they were dragging me.
I stayed silent. At this point, I was just waiting for a bullet to dig into my brain or a metal baseball bat to come into contact with my head.
I silently prayed for a quick death.
"Lock her up." A deep voice spoke. It was then that I was pushed. I lost my balance and landed on a dry cold, rock-hard surface.
I heard a big metal material closing up. It seemed like a door. The next thing I heard were locks and chains clanging.
I tried to feel the environment first and when I noticed no more people around me, I pulled the sack out of my head, my hands still tied with a metal chain.
I blinked a few times but I still couldn't see anything.
I'm in a room with no light.
Not a single light, even from the moon.
Even if I opened or closed my eyes, the same thing greeted me: darkness.
Is this the end?
