Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20191201012749/@comment-44390494-20191201054223

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 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.