With no access to mind altering substances, coupled with a
lack of the fortitude required for self-mutilation, she was forced to face the
reality of the situation, that being she was trapped in a pitch black room just
large enough for her to feel annoyingly cramped.
She spent the first few days crying out for help.
Then she spent a few days feeling out the room, working out
the exact dimensions.
It then took her another day to realise she hadn’t eaten,
drank or slept, and thus she began to try and work out the actual reality of
the situation.
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