"Ugh...what the H--"
Another nap? No. Something was different about this. She was half-expecting to wake up in her room, or perhaps even the Inn, but this? This was just strange.
She lifted herself slowly into a sitting position on the bed she'd been placed on. Her head felt more sluggish than it usually did when she just woke up, as if it was really struggling to start up. The turquoise irises assessed the room around her, their movement lagging just as badly as her brain. The room was made of cold stone and had a hopeless feel to it. Someone had taken the time, though, to make it at least live-able. She could only imagine why.
She was all alone, as far as she could tell, and that spooked her more. Her stomach was starting to cramp up, for even though her mental processes were dragging, they still knew something was very wrong here. She noted a heavy iron door on the opposite wall, and decided to investigate it. Maybe this wasn't as bad as it seemed. Maybe she'd fallen and hurt herself, and someone had brought her to their home to help her. That was plausible..wasn't it? She tried not to think too much about it as she slipped down off the mattress, and slunk up to the door... only to find there wasn't a way to open it. Her fingers passed over the door calmly at first, but as she slowly began to realize that she was a captive, they began to pound at it and claw at wildly at the heartless metal.
"Hello? HELLO? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?"
She strained her voice calling out pleadingly to whoever would listen to her. But she heard no reply. Where the Hell was she? How the Hell did she end up here? And most importantly--why was she here? She beat the door for a little longer, the sound of her fists on the iron door just ringing back to laugh in her face. She was trapped.
She back-tracked in her mind, trying to piece together the events prior to this most unfortunate situation. She remembered Quel being sick. She remembered staying with him all night to make sure he was okay. She remembered going to the Inn the next afternoon, which was today, where she'd been very tired and grumpy. She remembered falling asleep, and then...Varick!
Varick had been there when she woke up. He'd offered to take her on a tour, and they'd headed out together. Had they gotten jumped? Or maybe attack---but then, no. Now she remembered something else. He'd let her into the carriage ahead of him, touching her neck as he did. She reached around to rub just beneath her hair and found a tender spot. That bastard had done this to her! He was behind it!
She screamed a few curses at the door, threatening all parts of his anatomy for locking her away like this. But he wouldn't be there to hear them. Her rage was in vain.
What a fool she was! She'd -known- it was a bad idea, hadn't she? She'd felt it deep down. And yet, she'd gone with him anyway. She was a damned fool.
Keeping that mournfully self-deprecating mind frame, she moved back to the bed, and curled up small on it. She couldn't remember who had been there when she left with him. Would anybody even notice she was gone? And even if they did, would they guess she was in trouble? She drew her knees up to her chest, staring longingly at the iron door.
Another fine mess.
Another nap? No. Something was different about this. She was half-expecting to wake up in her room, or perhaps even the Inn, but this? This was just strange.
She lifted herself slowly into a sitting position on the bed she'd been placed on. Her head felt more sluggish than it usually did when she just woke up, as if it was really struggling to start up. The turquoise irises assessed the room around her, their movement lagging just as badly as her brain. The room was made of cold stone and had a hopeless feel to it. Someone had taken the time, though, to make it at least live-able. She could only imagine why.
She was all alone, as far as she could tell, and that spooked her more. Her stomach was starting to cramp up, for even though her mental processes were dragging, they still knew something was very wrong here. She noted a heavy iron door on the opposite wall, and decided to investigate it. Maybe this wasn't as bad as it seemed. Maybe she'd fallen and hurt herself, and someone had brought her to their home to help her. That was plausible..wasn't it? She tried not to think too much about it as she slipped down off the mattress, and slunk up to the door... only to find there wasn't a way to open it. Her fingers passed over the door calmly at first, but as she slowly began to realize that she was a captive, they began to pound at it and claw at wildly at the heartless metal.
"Hello? HELLO? IS ANYONE OUT THERE?"
She strained her voice calling out pleadingly to whoever would listen to her. But she heard no reply. Where the Hell was she? How the Hell did she end up here? And most importantly--why was she here? She beat the door for a little longer, the sound of her fists on the iron door just ringing back to laugh in her face. She was trapped.
She back-tracked in her mind, trying to piece together the events prior to this most unfortunate situation. She remembered Quel being sick. She remembered staying with him all night to make sure he was okay. She remembered going to the Inn the next afternoon, which was today, where she'd been very tired and grumpy. She remembered falling asleep, and then...Varick!
Varick had been there when she woke up. He'd offered to take her on a tour, and they'd headed out together. Had they gotten jumped? Or maybe attack---but then, no. Now she remembered something else. He'd let her into the carriage ahead of him, touching her neck as he did. She reached around to rub just beneath her hair and found a tender spot. That bastard had done this to her! He was behind it!
She screamed a few curses at the door, threatening all parts of his anatomy for locking her away like this. But he wouldn't be there to hear them. Her rage was in vain.
What a fool she was! She'd -known- it was a bad idea, hadn't she? She'd felt it deep down. And yet, she'd gone with him anyway. She was a damned fool.
Keeping that mournfully self-deprecating mind frame, she moved back to the bed, and curled up small on it. She couldn't remember who had been there when she left with him. Would anybody even notice she was gone? And even if they did, would they guess she was in trouble? She drew her knees up to her chest, staring longingly at the iron door.
Another fine mess.