recognition, their faces replaced with haunted smears of color. He
couldn’tthinkofonepersonheknew,orrecallasingleconversation.
Theroom continueditsascent,swaying; Thomasgrewimmune to
the ceaseless rattling of the chains that pulled him upward. A long
timepassed.Minutesstretchedintohours,althoughitwasimpossible
to know for sure because every second seemed an eternity. No. He
was smarter than that. Trusting his instincts, he knew he’d been
movingforroughlyhalfanhour.
Strangely enough, he felt his fear whisked away like a swarm of
gnatscaughtinthewind,replacedbyanintensecuriosity.Hewanted
toknowwherehewasandwhatwashappening.
Withagroanandthenaclonk,therisingroomhalted;thesudden
changejoltedThomasfromhishuddledpositionandthrewhimacross
thehardfloor.Ashescrambledtohisfeet,hefelttheroomswayless
andlessuntilitfinallystilled.Everythingfellsilent.
Aminutepassed.Two.Helookedineverydirectionbutsawonly
darkness;hefeltalongthewallsagain,searchingforawayout.But
therewasnothing,onlythecoolmetal.Hegroanedinfrustration;his
echo amplified through the air, like the haunted moan of death. It
faded,andsilencereturned.Hescreamed,calledforhelp,poundedon
thewallswithhisfists.
Nothing.
Thomas backed into the corner once again, folded his arms and
shivered, and the fear returned. He felt a worrying shudder in his
chest,asifhisheartwantedtoescape,tofleehisbody.
“Someone…help…me!”hescreamed;eachwordrippedhisthroat
raw.
Aloudclankrangoutabovehimandhesuckedinastartledbreath
ashelookedup.Astraightlineoflightappearedacrosstheceilingof
theroom,andThomaswatchedasitexpanded.Aheavygratingsound
revealed double sliding doors being forced open. After so long in
darkness,thelightstabbedhiseyes;helookedaway,coveringhisface
withbothhands.
Heheardnoisesabove—voices—andfearsqueezedhischest.
“Lookatthatshank.”
“Howoldishe?”
“LookslikeaklunkinaT-shirt.”