Deja Vu

Abigail's pov

The stench of pee and rusted metals. Hard and coarse concrete floor, a poorly lit space and chains around my ankles were things I was slowly waking up to.

I don't know how long I've been out, but I figured it was pretty long because my right arm had already been removed. Man! Those fuckers are really paranoid.

Groaning, I sat up from my laying position to get a good look at my surrounding. I was in some sort of dungeon cell facility....ehr.. whatever it's called. The bars seemed to be made of silver or some fancy metal like that.

There was another cell just beside mine and it contained a tired looking figure, curled up in a fetal position. Judging by how tiny and slender it looked, I'd say it's a female.

Now I'd normally try to gain her attention to know about this place and how to get out, but there's the problem with my communication skills. I mean I've tried so hard to talk...form at least one word, ever since I started to see the importance of communicating again, b