"ARGH!!!" Waking up with a scream of pain, Rosalyn felt her world spin.
Her eyelids fluttered, pupils darting around in panic.
Cold, so very cold.
Straps locked against her wrists and ankles, preventing her from leaving.
Her skin on the verge of tearing from the straps, poison seeping into her flesh. Her regeneration failing her.
In front of her, a metal table could be seen with different vials of poisons, rotting flowers and needles.
"Awake at last." A voice mumbled as Leoric stepped into the room with a pair of gloves.
There were bangs under his eyes as Rosalyn wanted to step away but couldn't.
Her body was bound.
"Are you feeling more cooperative now? Or are you going to keep being stubborn? I see the cracks in your mind. I see your desire to walk away from this pain. So why not make it easier for the both of us?" Leoric asked, lifting a few vials of his poison and giving it a light shake.
He observed the reflection against the lights before putting it back down.
