The concept of time was something that almost always seemed to elude Kahleni. Her only way of keeping any sort of schedule was to simply rely on the delivery of her daily meal; that which consisted of bread, some soup if they were feeling generous, and water. On this particular day, however, she was still sleeping when a couple of guards made their way into her cell. Kahleni's first thought was that she had overslept, but her groggy state implied otherwise.

"Get up and turn around," ordered one of the guards who had a very deep voice. Just then, Kahleni's heart started racing as her mind tried to come up with a good enough reason as to why they were taking her out of her cell. The young girl stood to her feet and turned around, and as the guard roughly pulled her hands behind her back, she could only assume they were going to kill her. The fact that she only had minutes to live scared the hell out of her, but then again, what did she have to live for? The hope that maybe one day she will be free again? That very thin thread of hope was already too fragile to continue hanging on to it for much longer. 

Kahleni gasped in surprise when they pulled her short hair back without warning to place something around her mouth. The guard ordered her not to move, although she knew better than to show any sign of resistance. After all was said and done, Kahleni's hands and feet were shackled, and she had a plain-looking [url=http://img.td-imgs.com/images/79/79/27979_194600_HUI-27979.jpg]muzzle[/url] secured to the back of her head. She was then taken out of her cell, and the poor girl could barely keep her eyes open. The outside of Kahleni's cell was too bright for her eyes, those that had lived in darkness for the majority of her life, but she squinted--it was the best she could do, as they marched her away through very unfamiliar territory.