She pushed her eyes once again to open and she found herself in the same place, the same room they have been keeping her. This time her vision was better and she could see more than before. On her left side there was a small window that allowed the rays of the sun to curl inside the place she was in, helping her eyes to observe the tiny room she was prisoned in.
By the bars on her right, she realised she was held in a cell indeed. The cuff on her neck was still there, but her limbs were not tided up as before.
She felt the same pain from before but this time it was worse. She couldn't move from the spot she was curled in. She felt hopeless. Something she hated feeling. Her body felt tired and she couldn't even lift her fingers to touch the cuff around her neck, so she could breathe bet
