Violet awoke afraid in a dark and cold cellar like room. Alone. When she tried to move, she realized she was strapped to a table. Panic flooded her senses. She wanted to scream for help but was scared of what would come if it wasn't help. Violet trembled on the table, she tried to access her situation, look for escape routes, weak points in anything to try and escape.
But before she could do start thinking of a plan, the door opened and two people walked in. She squinted her hides and turned away for a moment while her eyes adjusted. But the light from behind the door was so bright she could only make out their silhouettes as they approached.
Violet's heart pounded in her chest, her breathing erratic as she waited for kidnappers to reveal themselves.
"Well, well, seems our gentle maiden has awoken." A familiar voice hissed, she couldn't quite pinpoint where she heard it, but she knew it.
