Jennifer could only wait and see what's going to happen to her. The hole had a thin see-through plastic-like veil on it that she couldn't push her own pinkie outside. The angle was weird as she could look at the same position all the time. The whole box felt like a small cramped fleshy tin can more than a room. Jennifer had no idea where she was this time as even if she pushed the walls they felt squishy. Her 18-year-old body wasn't meant for such a small place. Jennifer spent hours thinking and inspecting the small room but it only containted the two things, the strange cord and the hole the showed a part of the room. Never changing it's position. Voices still echoing around her as she tried to understand what they were saying.
Jennifer was getting bored from all the waiting and noticed that she couldn't move towards the void even if she wanted to. It was like she wasn't able to do it. She could move her elbow or foot a bit but the movement was heavily restricted. Jennifer tried to open her mouth but couldn't do that either. Only relying on her eyes and ears. She didn't feel hungry or thirsty and somehow despite being naked felt warmth all over her. Whatever this box had to be the strangest place she's even been. Emotions were a difficult subject for Jennifer this time as she only could think everything as they happened. Not really forming opinions what she thought but seeing as they happened. Even the boredom seemed to be a thing she just kept saying out of habit instead of actually feeling it.
The half-moon illumate the outside world and suddenly Jennifer felt the walls around her shift once more. It was like she was inside the epicenter of an earthquake. Shaking super violently she looked at her arms and legs and saw that she was shrinking.
"OH NO!" The now 17-year-old Jennifer thought. "I have to get out!"
Jennifer tried to exit out of the whole but couldn't shrinking rapidly to a 16-year-old state. The regression was happening fast but wasn't painful. Memories if there was none were starting to get erased. Things she had learned and experienced were getting deleted.
The 15-year-old Jennifer had difficulties remembering social rules and contexts. All sorts of things getting blurry as she was now only 14-year-old. Trying her best to push her shrinking body outside of the tiny hole but not getting any limb or face to the outside.
13-year-old Jennifer's space got heavier as she had no strenght to push the walls back. Causing her to be squeezed between the two walls that were crushing her. The now 12-year-old Jennifer couldn't scream and only watch as the outside world kept rearranging. All Jennifer knew she was regressing at alarming rate and she had to do something about it.
At 12-year-old Jennifer was able to feel the cold air with a tip of her nose. Maybe this was the saving grace she was looking for. She tried her best to push herself out of whatever place she was in with the little strenght she had left. Begging to make it out in time before something unthinkable would happen.