Female Inflation

The weight of my current situation is overwhelming as I sit at the table and play with the handcuffs around my wrists. A big mirror decorates the wall in front of me and every time I look up I find myself staring back. It’s unsettling and almost unsettling is the idea that people are watching me from the other side of the mirror. I swallow as I rub my hand and feel the coolness of the table. My mind wonders in the quiet of the room and I find myself asking how long have I been here or if any one remembers that I am here.

A gentle ringing broke the silent air as the alarm clock activated, signalling the start of a new day. Emily turned over onto her other side and hit the off button, her hand flopping onto it like a dead fish.

It was 8:00 in the morning, and it was Emily's 18th birthday. Although she was feeling the excitement that generally comes with having a special day of the year all to yourself, she wasn't feeling it as strongly as normal.

The drow crawled through the narrow stone tunnel, her path illuminated by the glowing pale blue squares inset in the walls.  Though the ruins were abandoned and long since picked clean by explorers, they still held secrets for those willing to search for them.