(Flashback: Angelicia POV):
The dark of the rooms corners was all that I could see. A thin strand to moonlight streamed from the window, but not enough to light up any area. I remember the chains on my wrists and the shackles on my ankles, successfully holding me in place. My bruised knees sat on the floor, their slim caps sticking out against my thighs and shins.
Thrashing around and fighting never did any good, I learned that quickly.
“Stop! Please! Someone help me, please!....I don’t want to die yet! Someone?........please. I don’t want to die right now.”
It was always so scary to see someone new walk into n the room, but when I saw a briggade of police storm in, I knew I didn’t have to be afraid anymore.
Life had always seemed like a curse, like a broken game, but it was about to have a new meaning.