The bars don't go all of the way to the ceiling. They don't reach much higher than your head when you stand up.
You grip the crossbar which runs around the top of your cage and try to pull your self up. You are not even close to strong enough.
Peering through the bars, you see that your cage is not resting on the floor. You're suddenly glad you didn't manage to pull your self up over the bars, It would have resulting in a fall of about twice your height.
You notice something else. The room is a nursery, only everything is bigger. No, you realise, you're smaller. The woman from last night must have drugged you and put you into a chronotron. She's turned you into a baby.
You'd heard rumours of this happening. People being regressed against their will and sold to people who are unable to get a reproduction licence. Naturally, you didn't really believe it.
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