Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191204032608/@comment-44390494-20191208184318

Isla woke up in pure darkness. Or at least she believed she had, she could see nothing through the pitch black gloom covering every inch of the space around her.

''Not again. . .'' she thought through the incoming headache.

Her head throbbed, and she had been straped, once again, to an uncomfortable seat. But this time it was different. The chair was made of a rough brick instead of a shimmering silver, and her bonds seemed harder, somehow, as if she'd been permanently glued to the chair, or. . . maybe she had. Isla was starting to panick when she felt a soft tug on her hand, realizing she could still move them, along with her feet and head. But her waist was immovable, so was her shoulders, knees, and elbows.