The bloodthirsty prisoner Instead of waking to freedom, I woke to everything around me darkened so I couldn’t see my surroundings at all.I wasn’t in the cage anymore. Instead, I was lying on cold tiles in an empty room. To my right and left, thick glass walls had been placed, but each had six tiny breathing-holes drilled in. Each one was only big enough for a finger to pass through, so escape was not possible. I did notice that there was the faint outline of a door in the right side of the glass in front of me. There was nothing blocking my path to a vast aisle of tiles that was brightly lit between this row of rooms and the next across it. If I could get to that door, I could get out of here.I looked down at my broken arm, to see it had been cleaned and shaved. There was no blood, only stitches, where the bullet holes had been. A thin, white webbing had been anchored to my arm to strengthen it and alleviate any pain.With tender steps, I went to inspect the glass door
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