The Girl in the Dungeon [1]
Eight years ago
The walls looked like they were closing in on her the second time this week and she had no idea what to do. She had always been alone even then, a little company would have been good. She was all alone in the dark, something that scared the shit out of her many times than one and here she was. Everything she was scared of was finally being actualized.
She wanted to get out of this place but how could she, when she wasn't even sure who it was that took her away?
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The cold floor seemed to warm up when her skin had met it the first time she was brought here. A day that seemed so long ago but one she would never forget. Her first day I a dungeon that looked like shit, nobody would ever forget that. She couldn't remember what they had done to her but she felt dizzy when they had gotten her in here.