Amelie's eyes opened slowly from her deep, restful sleep. She shivered with cold and reached over to tug at her blanket. Her hand patted the bed, searching for the thick, warm sheets, but all it met was hard and cold. This isn't my bed. The thought came slowly through Amelie's confused and groggy mind, and it took a moment longer for her memories to come trickling back. She sat up suddenly, straining to see in the darkness. She was indoors, laying on a cold dirt floor. One hand was trapped in some sort of heavy bracelet, and as she pulled it she heard the dull clink of a thick chain. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she realized she must be back in the wooden shack. She found the outline of the paneless window lit by dim, pale moonlight. From beyond the frame came unusual noises, almost growls, along with a tearing sound, followed by an organic sound she couldn't identify. Then silence for long minutes. Eventually there came the sound of a wooden match striking against a rock, the crackle of kindling followed by the woomph of a fire catching.
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