Constricted, tight, cut off, Rosaline felt as if she had been buried alive. It did not smell of dirt however, instead the smell of other people and a dank cold smell reached her dainty, doll like nose. [i] Other people?[/i] she thought, forcing her eyes to open. The minute the glass orbs of green slid open she almost screamed. As if due to some sick joke she was trapped in a clear, most likely glass, box that was set upright in a desolate basement of sorts. In that moment she felt more trapped than ever, as if the one behind this wanted her to feel powerless, and it was working. It was also making her angry. 

Thinking of a way out of her confinement she glanced back around the cellar, her eyes ghosting over several unconscious figures scattered over the floor. She, however, seemed to be the only one trapped in a box. The others, once awake, would be free to move. A growl left her lips.

The cellar appeared cold, seeing as the other beings breath left them in puffs of fog due to the cold. Freezing or not Rosaline could not feel it, her body couldn’t feel, she didn’t have any nerve endings in her doll like body so thus she could never feel even if she wanted to. 

“Can SOMEONE get me out of this foul entrapment!!” she yelled, hoping to startle someone awake so they might free her. While waiting though, continuing to pound helplessly on the glass, she tried recalling how she came to be here. It was a foggy memory but she remembered trying to fight off several assailants during one of her late night walks. Could that be who brought her here? 

Shaking the thought off she pounded harder with her porcelain fists, wanting nothing more than to be free of this infernal box.