Trapped

Before doing anything else, Zain was trying to get a grasp of where he was. He looked up, but the ceiling was dark—too dark to see what material it was made out of. Then, turning his head through the bars, he could see the flooring.

The flooring was made of wood, but when he banged on the floor, it didn't break. Instead, it felt like there was concrete underneath.

"I guess there's no escaping out this way, but…" Zain started to walk up to the bars and placed his hand around them. He held them and gave them a small tug, not using his full strength. "If I tried hard enough, I think I could rip these bars out."

However, that idea, at least for now, had gone out of Zain's head as he could hear footsteps walking up and down the hallway.

"What are you doing!" a voice shouted. "Step away from the bars, or I'll blast your head off."