Caged.

( I would love to see how many different directions this can go without giving much information, letting you, the stranger, take it wherever you want. Be creative and interesting with good grammar please. Thanks.)

The girl woke up with heavy eyes and a pounding, throbbing headache to find she was in a cage, swinging from the ceiling. Her entire body ached as she tried to move and she didn’t get very far before she found she was chained by her wrist to the side of the cage, keeping her in one place. She groaned, her energy already gone and she laid her head back down. The room was dark, not that she could see much anyway with the stars that littered her vision. There was light coming from under what seemed to be a door in the distance.

Her fiery red hair had once been long but it had been hacked and cut into a crop, dirty and tangled and she wore only a thin, stained shirt with a similarly stained and ripped pair of jeans. Her feet were bare and her skin was pale, riddled with scars and burns as well as prick marks from needle wounds on her arms and her neck. Her eyes were pale green.

(Start from here. Be anyone you want and let's see where this goes :) )