Jeff groaned and sleepily reached for his blanket. He felt a little cold and assumed he must have kicked his blanket off in his sleep again. For a few groggy seconds he fumbled for the blanket with no luck. Then he felt his skin. He was naked! He blinked away his sleep in confusion, sitting up. Where were his pejamas? His brother or parents might come in and see him like this. But... No this wasn't his room...
He rubbed his eyes and looked around. The lights were dim. Barely enough to see by. But he could tell he was in some sort of room with made of concrete. A wall of bars decided the room in two, with the only exit on the other side. That exit too was bared and locked.
Various strange devices and items were scattered throughout the room on both sides. Most of them were completely foreign to him. But a lot looked like they were made to restrain people in. The whole place looked like some weird evil torture dungeon.
Jeff bit his trembling lip as he looked around for anything to wear. Anyone to help. Anywhere to run or hide. He tried the gate, but it was locked. No one else was around. It was so quiet. And so dark.
"Hello?" he tried in a tremulous voice. "Is anybody there?" No one answered. There were lights in the ceiling, but they were off. The only light currently shining was a very dim glow from a single candle on a table on the other side of the bars. If it ran out, the room would be pitch black.
He went over to a smaller cage in the corner of the room. It looked like it was meant for a dog. He'd have to crawl to fit inside.
Another device was a big wooden X, with straps in many places. A stockade stood in a different corner. In one wall was a hole just barely big enough for Jeff's hand. But it was shut from the other side, as if a latch blocked it. The hole was at the hight of Jeff's mouth. He wondered what it was for. Feeding?
From the ceiling in the center of the room hung a chain just high enough up that Jeff couldn't reach it. He had a strange feeling he was supposed to be able to reach it though. As if he had shrunk. But that was rediculous. He'd always been this small, hadn't he? Still, he couldn't shake the feeling. He just felt so tiny. So vulnerable. So weak.
He tried the gate once more, even though he knew it was locked. The slowly building dread was beginning to flow over. He tried to remain defient, but he was afraid. Had someone kidnapped him?
"Hello!?" he called again. "Anybody!? Help!" Nothing. He went back to his mattress and curled up, waiting.