The room feels wet. I can't believe how much I've missed the dryness of the outside. But I guess I'm used to it. After all, I haven’t been outside in so long. God, what is going on with me lately, I think to myself. Most of the time, I can’t control my emotions anymore. They just pour out, even if I don’t want them to. As I process all of my thoughts, the sound of a repeating ringing is off in the distance. The echoing sound of a drip of water, dripping over and over. It only grates on my nerves even more. God, I just want to go far away somewhere. Is that really too much to ask for? Whatever. I need to find my way out of this prison. I examine my surroundings.

I’m in a small, secluded room. A single stream of light shines through the ceiling cracks. The room feels very…steamy, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s actually raining outside. The walls are made of stone, as well as the floor, and sand seems to have strewn in through the cracks from the walls all over the place…ah, fuck it. Like any of this should matter. There’s no door, gate, window, I can crawl out of. My only taste of reality anymore is the makeshift skylight jagged through the ceiling, and even that is pissing me off. I want to go home. I never did anything wrong. What the hell is wrong with the world? Punish the innocent for nothing, and you let the real villains on the loose?! Am I on some stupid hidden camera reality show? You know, “See how long this girl survives chained up in a little dungeon with no hope of escape?” If so, I want out, now!

In my anger, my hair falls on my face. I flip it back. Ah…it’s very steamy in here. My blonde (dyed, of course) pigtailed hair that was once sleek and shiny now takes on the appearance of a dead rodent, losing it’s fine quality. The black roots are showing. Damn it. I’ve even forgotten the taste of water. One day in here, and my entire body seems to fail like a crumbling fortress. Then I hear a loud, mechanical noise, that I can’t seem to really describe, and this is when the trouble begins.

Out of seemingly thin air, a guard appears in the room, clutching his Kata-gun tightly, staring at me with much repulsiveness, as if I’m some rodent. He appears in the official Industry uniform, armor and all. He must be one of the higher ranking soldiers to be wearing armor. He grins at me suddenly, salaciously. Like an animal. My stomach suddenly doesn’t feel very good. He walks closer to me, and kneels down in front of my lain body. His gloved hand clutches my chin tightly, and he suddenly presses his lips against mine.

I scream and throw my body around, trying to get him off, but nothing works. When he finally lets go, using my legs (my hand are bound by chains), I kick him in the crotch using the sharp toe point of my torn shoe. He falls back, and I laugh helplessly as he gets up, muttering something. Serves the dumbass right.

“I’ll be back later, princess-chan, so laugh all you want. I’ll be here when you fall asleep, and I’ve got friends who very much like to meet you. Heh heh heh…” he laughs quietly as he jingles a bottle in front of me. “Do you know what this stuff is?” My eyes widen in fear. He starts laughing more audibly this time, dropping the bottle as his body starts to shake with sickening laughter. Another person suddenly appears, the mechanical sound coming louder now.

“That’s quite enough.”

Suddenly time and space themselves literally freeze. I’m being serious, everything seems to have frozen except for me. I’m staring at a bullet in mid-air the guard planned to shoot in my head. My chains are transparent, and I can freely move my hands around now.

“What the-“ I mutter. I weakly stand up, my legs throbbing from being up after being down from so long.

“What’s the light?” I say to myself.

“That light is you.”

Everything is gone.