Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191204032608/@comment-44390494-20191208221706

Isla's scattered thoughts dance through her brain as she regained consciousness, her forehead earning a scream-worth head-rush when she tried lifting it up to squint over her foggy vision.

No luck.

She was still tied down, but this time she was sure there was a barrier in front of her. From what she could see, there was no light. Not even her night-vision skills could break through the empty darkness enclosing her in its arms. Her hands seemed to be circled by a hole in the wall facing her, somehow being strapped to its edges, causing it impossible for her to even move a muscle. She was standing, but also sitting. Isla's waist and thorax had been strapped to a solid post placed behind her, for what she could tell. She could make nothing else out of the pitch black room.