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Forever Imprisoned</u>
There was nothing she could do.
Shackled to the wall, Florence felt too young to have succumbed to this fate. She could make no movement except for a feeble attempt to rattle the iron that bound her to this ominous place. She could do nothing… Her imagination was her only companion.
Her brain was constantly trying to come up with solutions, some form of escape or speculation of rescue because that's what humans did. Humans could hope even if hope was a futile defence mechanism.
Florence began to remember how she had been abducted; She was walking back home from a corner off-licence shop that she worked in at weekends and felt like she was being pursued through the alleys of the city of Manchester. She recalled the sound of large canine footfalls, the panting of slobbery breath and her own pulse racing as she fled for her life!
In her shackles back in the present day, Florence's under-nourished figure spasmed slightly from the memory as she fought to forget it. She failed and recalled her last moments of consciousness that day: The huge (what she could only describe as) hell hounds caught up to her and pinned her down as their master strolled after them.
Florence shuddered in her captivity. For the moment she suppressed that memory, it was too horrible to send to the forefront of her mind. On that day her clothes were ripped to shreds, only scraps covered the most sacred parts of her body and deep gashes were still fresh on her exposed skin.
There was no sense of time here. Only pain, only confusion, only loneliness… How long had she been imprisoned here for?
Was she left here to rot? She assumed this was the case given the fact that her large prison confines were merely four walls with chipped, damp bricks and a whole host of human skeletons shackled to the walls like she was. One door existed, miles out of reach, which looked like it was constructed from super-thick industrial-type metal that she would have no chance of unlocking even if she was fit and healthy.
Florence often found herself contemplating what was behind that door. Were there more prisoners like this? Was her captor watching her slowly descend into insanity? Was she in hell?
In hell… Had she done something wrong in the real world to deserve this fate? Maybe she wasn't dead yet.
All Florence could do was wait painfully and forlornly for the inevitable to happen.
No one would rescue her today.
If someone could rescue her, the ex-prisoners that rotted on the wall with her would not be here. Nor would she.
This was screwed up and she had nothing to her name.
A living skeleton this girl became, shackled to the wall, and she never saw another soul again.
Forever Imprisoned</u>
There was nothing she could do.
Shackled to the wall, Florence felt too young to have succumbed to this fate. She could make no movement except for a feeble attempt to rattle the iron that bound her to this ominous place. She could do nothing… Her imagination was her only companion.
Her brain was constantly trying to come up with solutions, some form of escape or speculation of rescue because that's what humans did. Humans could hope even if hope was a futile defence mechanism.
Florence began to remember how she had been abducted; She was walking back home from a corner off-licence shop that she worked in at weekends and felt like she was being pursued through the alleys of the city of Manchester. She recalled the sound of large canine footfalls, the panting of slobbery breath and her own pulse racing as she fled for her life!
In her shackles back in the present day, Florence's under-nourished figure spasmed slightly from the memory as she fought to forget it. She failed and recalled her last moments of consciousness that day: The huge (what she could only describe as) hell hounds caught up to her and pinned her down as their master strolled after them.
Florence shuddered in her captivity. For the moment she suppressed that memory, it was too horrible to send to the forefront of her mind. On that day her clothes were ripped to shreds, only scraps covered the most sacred parts of her body and deep gashes were still fresh on her exposed skin.
There was no sense of time here. Only pain, only confusion, only loneliness… How long had she been imprisoned here for?
Was she left here to rot? She assumed this was the case given the fact that her large prison confines were merely four walls with chipped, damp bricks and a whole host of human skeletons shackled to the walls like she was. One door existed, miles out of reach, which looked like it was constructed from super-thick industrial-type metal that she would have no chance of unlocking even if she was fit and healthy.
Florence often found herself contemplating what was behind that door. Were there more prisoners like this? Was her captor watching her slowly descend into insanity? Was she in hell?
In hell… Had she done something wrong in the real world to deserve this fate? Maybe she wasn't dead yet.
All Florence could do was wait painfully and forlornly for the inevitable to happen.
No one would rescue her today.
If someone could rescue her, the ex-prisoners that rotted on the wall with her would not be here. Nor would she.
This was screwed up and she had nothing to her name.
A living skeleton this girl became, shackled to the wall, and she never saw another soul again.
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Sort of scary o.O but the story doesn't seems as centered in Florence, more like in explaining how was everything around, I dont see this as something bad so I like it 