Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191201012749/@comment-44390494-20191201060155

Julihorse wrote: Isla woke up, but not where she expected to.

Her head was throbbing painfuly and her vision was blurry, but she forced herself to sit up, then realized she already was.

She was tied to an uncomfortable silver chair, the thick tightly-knotted metal straps burning painfully into her skin. She could barely move a muscle without it scraping her severly.

She looked around, the world spinning in circles when she tried moving her head. Isla realized there was a sweet smell in the air, almost. . . sedating. Her breathing became much quicker when she realized she'd been kidnapped.

She tried taking in deep breaths, but she couldn't. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Then something hit her. She has a missing glove, in fact, both of her gloves were missing. She could tell when her bare hands made contact with the cold metal they'd removed them from her, maybe even used her ability. Anger fueled her hole body, and she beggan thrashing violently on the chair, even if she knew it was hopeless. Tears flooded her eyes as the stiff chains holding her down began turning her skin a raw red color. Isla let out a sobb when she couldn't bear the pain anymore, noticing quite a few blood trails lingering down her arms and legs.

Someone cleared their throat from behind her, and she abruptly stopped rocking, her eyes filled with panick and fear. "No reason to alarm yourself, Isla." The voice said, its haunting tone seeming to echo around the room. "I am only here to talk. And everything will end well as long as you cooperate."