A psychological piece about a man who is both locked in
and locked in, as in locked in a room. He is forced to contend with a double whammy of terror—not only is he completely paralyzed, he has no idea how he came to be in his current situation
. He simply woke up in a sterile, featureless, pitch-dark room, totally immobile. The only thing tethering him to reality is the sensation of some bench or table pressed against his back. As the days tick by, he realizes there must be something feeding him intravenously to keep him alive. All the man can do to entertain himself is run endless circles in his mind about who has captured him and why, but the answers never come. The narrative becomes progressively less cohesive and sensible as the man's mind breaks down and his grip on reality loosens. Finally, he dies, and the perspective of the narrative shifts to some bizarre alien creature in a control/observational room just out of sight behind a wall. The omniscient narrator muses about the fact that the man's tormentor, and the answers to his dilemma, were literally not more than three feet from him the entire time.
You need an adult.