Where was I? I didn’t know. Could I get to the window and escape? Why was I so small?
With tremendous effort, I hoisted myself on top of two presses and broke the window with a hammer which was lying around this weird warehouse. I felt the air on my skin. Freedom.
That’s when my leg was pulled down, dragging me back into the darkness never to be heard from again.
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