A low groan escaped Elena's mouth as her eyelids fluttered open. Her head wasn't aching, but her body was. At first, her vision was blurry, her mind was a mess but it took a while for them to adjust.
"Oh my goodness," Elena exclaimed as she looked down and noticed that she was tied to a chair, her legs and hands bound tightly with a red rope. Her heart started to race like a wild horse racing through a desert. Hot tears rolled down her face as she looked up and noticed that she was in a dark dungeon, so cold and a little familiar. Her chest started to clench from within, her breathing became haggard and the walls seemed to be closing in on her. Why was she in a dungeon?!
