The metal rods surrounding me are cold to the touch and send goosebumps across my skin. I wrap my hands around them and begin to shake; first gently to test their strength then ferociously as if all the oxygen would leave my lungs if I spent one more minute in this confine. It rattles and clanks but with no avail tears stream down my face in hopelessness. Collapsing to my knees I notice an engraving at the bottom; my own initials etched permanently. No wonder this cage is so strong...I built it myself.