"I can't believe I'm doing this."
Nana sighed as she slowly and carefully slid the dress off over her head, it would be silly if she had to step out of it after making such a huge fuss. If someone were to ask her if she would ever strip down in front of strangers, Nana would've laughed, but that was exactly the position she found herself in now. Standing in a strange place in front of stranger people wearing nothing but her unmentionables. Making sure there were no stains or unusual folds on the dress, she handed it to the girl through the bars. "Remember what I said. Don't drop it. Don't breathe on it. Don't fold it. Treat it like your child." Nana was hesitant in letting go of the dress, not exactly sure the girl could be trusted.
She took another look at the opening below her cot. True her dress would no longer be in danger of staining or tearing, but now her skin was at risk. Nana shut her eyes and brought a hand behind her back; she placed it on the tattoo of a rabbit's head located on the dead center of her back and left it here, taking deep breaths. With one final breath, Nana opened her eyes and dropped to a prone position.
"This is so disgusting." The floor was, obviously, rather cold and grainy; it shot a shiver through Nana's spine but it was too late to back out now. She was already on the floor after all. Shaking her head she began to crawl using her arms to propel herself forward. With each movement forward Nana was letting everyone know how disgusting and gross it was and how much she hated doing it. Suddenly she longed for the cot; they were happier times compared to this. The opening under the cot was wide enough for her to squeeze through but not without squeezing her body together tightly.
As she forced her way through the opening she felt something crawling on her skin. It was too dark to see though it did make her crawl faster. Her head bumped into something hard with an audible thump. She didn't cry out in pain despite there being much of it currently coursing through her. Nana looked at her surroundings. She was in a small alcove inbeteween her cell and the one next to hers. To the left she could hear the others shuffling around. Nana palmed the ground and rose to her feet, using the wall in front of her to balance and gauge distance.
Nana sidled down the alcove, muttering her discomfort. Her mouth, being open, was treated to something papery and sticky tasting. Nana knew that taste and she quickened her pace towards the exit, spitting out the cobweb that was in her mouth. She felt more and more webs on her face which caused her to swipe near her face. Her hands off the wall made Nana stumble sideways.
She fell through the opening and landed loudly on the outside of the cells with everyone else. There were cobwebs dangling from her hair and her arms and she was covered in dust, dirt, bits of stone, and grime. She looked like someone who had just come to the surface from the underground.
"I should've stayed in the cell," she said, exasperated.