She shivered, locked in the small, damp room. It was cramped, and she was claustrophobic. There was no air, no food and no water... How could she survive in those conditions? She couldn't. Simple. She would have to sit in there, suffocating, dehydrating or starving to death. Whichever came first. The idea of being in such a small room - where she had to crouch to fit - was frightening on its own, perhaps more than knowing what it could cause.
(This isn't from one of my pieces. It belongs to a friend, and is in a fanfic.)
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