The cell door slammed behind me with a loud clang, the sound echoing in the small space like a wicked reminder that I was still trapped in here. My legs wobbled from exhaustion, every step from the silver room was still vibrating in my bones.
They pushed me forward as we entered the room, and I stumbled onto the cold floor, catching myself with my hands before I could hit my head.
When the bolts locked into place again, the silence settled in. It was the kind of silence that felt heavier than chains.
I sat on the bolted chair and pulled up my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, then pressed my forehead down. My skin still remembered the feel of the silver shackles, even though they hadn’t left any mark. That should have been comforting, but instead it terrified me. Why me?
