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Enclosed Spaces
In the darkness, Harry was uncomfortably aware of the lid of the box only a couple of inches in front of her face. Every time she moved, her elbows banged against wooden planks. She fought to control the instinct to scrabble at the surface in front of her, to pound on it and shout out to be released. She was uncomfortably aware of Alex's body, crammed into the box, next to her own. He hadn't come round. She hoped that he was drugged, not concussed, but she hadn't been able to see enough before they'd shoved her in the box with him and closed the lid. An inadequate examination with confined fingers in the darkness hadn't located any blood. He was still breathing, though, still alive.
She had given up trying to work out where they were. The box had been lifted up onto something, a vehicle she thought, and then they had been driven around. But now it was swaying once again as if they were being carried and she could hear the sounds of people talking and shouting instructions.
"Help!" she called. "Help! Can anyone hear me?"
There was a harsh laugh and a voice she didn't recognise said, "Did anyone hear a mouse squeak?"
Harry bit her lip but said no more. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.
Then they were banged down and she heard the sound of more boxes being piled on top of them. There was a gentle motion that bobbed up and down and she realised they must be on a boat, they were going to be taken out into the bay and beyond that, who knew.
Next Square: Artificial Beings
She had given up trying to work out where they were. The box had been lifted up onto something, a vehicle she thought, and then they had been driven around. But now it was swaying once again as if they were being carried and she could hear the sounds of people talking and shouting instructions.
"Help!" she called. "Help! Can anyone hear me?"
There was a harsh laugh and a voice she didn't recognise said, "Did anyone hear a mouse squeak?"
Harry bit her lip but said no more. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.
Then they were banged down and she heard the sound of more boxes being piled on top of them. There was a gentle motion that bobbed up and down and she realised they must be on a boat, they were going to be taken out into the bay and beyond that, who knew.
Next Square: Artificial Beings