I felt the walls around me, rough, like sand paper, but it was much stronger. This strange... Prison I was in, kept legs bent back into my stomach, I only had enough room to lay on my back in a butchered version of the fetal position. I felt the air on my neck, a small draft behind my head. I couldn't see it from the position I was in. It gave me slight relief to the cramping position I was stuck in. I heard nothing but the kick of an engine, my prison wasn't bouncing around, so I assumed the vehicle wasn't moving yet. I took a minute to gather my thoughts, "I'm going to die" was the only thing playing through my head, like a broken record. My deep thinking and shallow breathing was interrupted by the sound of wood cracking, above my head... The light shined on my face, it felt nice.
