Cold. So cold it cuts through the rags that were once clothes, straight to the bone.
There was a time this cold so occupied your very being, that you could concentrate on nothing else. But that was long ago.
Darkness. So dark it sometimes seems more than the mere absence of light; it feels almost tangible. You vaguely recall a time when you were obsessed with determining exactly where you were, pacing in the darkness to examine your environs. You figured out you were in some sort of a concrete cell, perhaps six feet square, but not much more than that. You used to wonder what color the walls were, never having been allowed to see them, but that curiosity has long ago been replaced with more basic needs.
Something scurries across the stone floor, running across your bare foot. There was a time your screams would then echo into the darkness, but you no longer have the energy to even react.
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