The basement


Light filters through the dusty air of the basement, coming through the dirt streaked glass of the small window set high in the wall. Refracted by the dust motes it finds its way to the gleaming worktable, the polished stainless steel incongruous in the musty space, an oasis of cleanliness in the dusty dark.

Her eyes narrow as a shaft of bright light breaches the semi-darkness as the door to the upper house opens, his figure silhouetted against the warm, inviting light of the real World, her World once, but no more. Her head falls, her limbs heavy against the chains securing her to the wall, her will utterly broken, acknowledging that she will never leave the basement again….

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