At first she was peaceful, her eyes gently closed in sleep.

Her eyes fluttered open. She sat up, taking in her surroundings. She was in a small metal cage, that was shooting upwards fast.

She couldn't seem to remember anything besides her name.

"Clara,"she whispered to herself, realizing that it was her name.

She hung on to it like her life depended on it. Clara. Clara. Clara. Clara. Clara.

She looked around, praying that her eyes would adjust to the darkness surrounding her.

She crawled around the cage, trying to find anything that she could use to escape.

She found what felt like a small, wooden crate. She opened it up, but there wasn't much in it. Food, rope, some or other ointment.

She sighed in frustration and dug deeper in the crate.

Finally, she found what felt like a torch. She excitedly hauled it out of the box and switched it on.

Light. The 10 minutes she had been in the dark cage had felt like an eternity, and she was relieved that she could see again.

She looked down, and saw a red, sticky substance on her hands, shirt and pants.

Blood.

But it wasn't her own.

Her high-pitched scream pierced through the air.

What had she done? Had she hurt someone? Had she killed someone?

She started to panic, and forcefully kicked against the metal, trying to break it down.

Of course, it was no use, and made no effect whatsoever.

"SOMEBODY! HELP ME!"Her voice was hoarse and dry as she tried her best to scream out the words.

A deafening clank sounded above her. She looked up, and let out a shaky breath.

She saw light, sunlight, as the metal cage seemed to slide open. She flinched at first sight of the light, since the metal cage had been dark besides the dim light of the flashlight.

The next thing she heard was voices-  male voices talking, laughing, chattering.

"What's the newbie look like?"

"He looks like a girl!"

"That's because she is a bloody girl, ya shank!"

"Is she hot?"

"I hope she's hot."

"She's covered in blood!"

"Is she hot or not?!"

"SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU!"

It was silent for a moment, then there were quiet whispers.

Clara stood up, trying to decipher her surroundings.

Teenagers - kids - stared back at Clara, their faces coated in shock at the sight of her.

Someone lowered a rope down into the metal cage. At first, Clara hesitated, but nevertheless put her right foot into it and grabbed the scratchy rope.

The rope started to lift, higher, higher, higher, until somebody grabbed her, pulling her over the edge of the cage.

"She is hot!"

"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!" The boy repeated himself.

The voices went quiet once again, and she heard four words, loud and clear.

"Welcome to the Glade."

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