They Know

[IN PROGRESS]

The stench. Oh God, the stench. The foul smell engulfed my nostrils, turning every breath into a fight for life instead of a life-giving remedy. I had never smelled anything like it before, and now I know how blessed my life had been. It burned the back of my throat like bile, making me retch with every breath. But I was still breathing. At least I know that.

It was dark where I sat. A window illuminated a single spot in the room, at least during the day. This was my third day trapped here, yet the only thing I know about this room was that the floor was wooden, thanks to that one light spot. And that for each day that passed, the smell got worse.

I was only a few feet from the spot of light, maybe eight feet away. If I could look out the window, I would, just to have some idea of where I am. But the light in comparison to the abysmal darkness was blinding. Not that there would be much to look at anyway. I was stuck beneath the window, in the vacuum of light created just behind it.