Amanda
The first thing I became aware of was the moist chill pressing into my skin, the hard surface beneath me sinking into my bones. Darkness swallowed everything, heavy and suffocating, and with it came an unfamiliar scent, honey mixed with nutmeg and fresh water curling into my nostrils, sharp and strange.
When my eyes fluttered open, a burst of light pierced through a window, not too small, not too wide, just enough to breathe air into the room. Beside me stood two wooden-framed beds, their bases built from wood, rough fabrics tossed over them like duvets abandoned in a rush.
The sudden clatter of metal next to me, made me jolt. My heart lurched as I realized the chains binding my arms were still intact. Near the iron door stood three figures I didn't recognize. One leaned lazily against the frame, while the other two crouched in the corners, knees tucked to their chests, heads buried as though trying to vanish into themselves.
