Layla wakes up groggily. Her body is aching, her head is pounding, she is freezing cold, her butt is numb, she somehow manages to open her heavily swollen eyes. Her body is covered in bruises and scratches. Her damaged foot from kicking Wendy is sitting on a weird angle, broken and useless. The pain is unbelievable.
Her blue eyes try to focus, she can't lift her head to get a good look at her surroundings, she tries to search her memories but there is nothing, just the school library and then here... Wherever this is. She has no idea how long it has been in between.
She is sitting on the floor cross-legged, her body bent forward with a thick shackle around her neck, a silver chain attaching her to the ground. Her arms stretched and chained to either side in a similar fashion.
Her legs
