Liz was close to panic in her small room. Throwing all her body against the door to get out now. She hadnīt even noticed the collar she was still wearing. When the door wouldnīt give way she started screaming loud. Tried to gain someones attention. She kept making noises and slamming against the door for almost half an hour. then she was totally exhausted. she sat on the matress, holding her head with both hands, silently crying to herself. she was frustrated. tired. hungry. and nobody seemed to be here. all her body was aching and she cursed herself for trusting a stranger. But who would have thought that the one she was running into out here in the mountains would not be harmless. there were so many people but it had to be her getting into this.
After a few Minutes pause she started a new attemt to get free, hammering against the door with all her force, exhausting herself even more. In the end she had to accept that she was locked in. she fellonto the matress, yielding to her exhaustion. she didnt want to fight any more. all she could think of was sleep and she soon fell asleep again. Uneasy she moved around. dreaming of beeing bound. trying to move her extremities, fighting against imaginary restraints. half knowing that this was just a dream she wondered about herself. how could her subconciousness come up with something like this? her arms were bound behind her back her ankles bound to her wrists, her head shaking. she grunted in her sleep, all shaky. suddenly she awoke in a fright that this might not be a dream.. to find herself still lying on the matress in what, she had to admit to herself, was a cell rather than a room.