99 - “Did you miss me?” 

Morgana Foster

I wake up feeling a firm grip around my wrists, chest, and ankles. When I pulled them, I felt the rope rubbing against my skin. I raise my head slowly, still feeling an enormous weight on it, accompanied by a throbbing ringing in my ear.

I open and close my eyes, sometimes accustoming them to the low brightness of the place. My mouth is completely dry. I pass my lips around the tongue, moistening them partially.

There’s no noise outside. At least not near where I am.

I try not to panic and breathe slowly to catch my breath.

I see my bare feet and nails full of dirt and small pieces of grass.

Looking up, I see the floating particles of dust entering through a tiny glass window. I look at the side and they cast the walls iron. As if I were in a kind of container or warehouse shed. The smell of mold and rust is mild, but can be felt in the environment.

The floor is dirty, with dust everywhere. My dress is slightly torn at the bar, with tape wrapped around the rope. I