Isabella's POV
Cold.
That was the first thing that hit me when my eyes forced open.
Where the fuck was I?
How the heck did I even get here?
A nasty room with torchlights all over, dancing like demons on the walls. It was dimly lit... prison I must say, because it didn't take long for me to realize I was in chains.
My wrists burned where the iron manacles bit into my raw skin, chains clinking softly as I stirred.
But the question still was, how did I end up in such a place?
After straining my brain for a few minutes, I remembered! Yes, I did. Perfectly well.
I'd been captured last night to this place.
Urgh...
My head throbbed so bad from the tranquilizer dart, vision still blurry as I forced my eyes open wider. I was slumped against a rough-hewn wall in a dungeon cell, arms stretched high above my head.
Oh Moon Goddess! Why did you allow all this mess?
Why?!
