One Hundred Words

"Get in there," the man grumbled, finally releasing his tight grip on Anna's arm as she fell into the cell. It was cold and damp with gray stone walls and floors. There were no windows, no indication of whether she was above or below ground. An iron door slammed behind her, and she slowly sank into the corner, staring at the menacing pair of eyes looking through a small slit in the door.

"Enjoy your stay." The slit closed sharply, removing the last bit of light and fresh air, leaving her alone, in dark and solitary blackness of the cell.