Each floor was brought to the cafeteria separately, which meant our floor was brought in a row.
Now was not a good time to get a seizure because it would disturb the whole queue. So it was just the perfect time to do exactly that.
Again, my body taunted, trembled, and shook as I tried to get rid of these handcuffs. I broke out in sweat, asking myself where this was coming from. I had never been chained down in my past—there was no trauma or anything. It only started when I first woke up and understood that these handcuffs were no temporary thing.
The entire row came to stand as I twisted myself, feeling the scabs on my wrists and ankles opening. And urge, like coming when you are shortly before, or like sneezing, or like peeing when you held it in forever. The need to move and get these things off was just that strong that my body moved on its own; I had never experienced something similar.