OOC - http://www.roleplaygateway.com/player-wanted-for-interrogation-roleplay-literate-t34719.html (One spot left and very much needed.)
Darkness. Abyssal darkness. It surrounded her, engulfing her. As far as she could see there was nothing. Nothing but the cold blackness that encircled her. There was nothing here but herself and that in itself was more frightening than the obscurity she found herself in. She had never been much afraid of the dark even as a child she found it eerily calming. However this was different, here she was alone. No one to hear her shout for joy. No one to hear her cry out. No one to care. “Ivy you must wake up now, there is much to be done” the voice boomed in the darkness. She felt the darkness fade away overpowered by a new scene.
The woman opened her eyes slowly blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted to the lighting. She held her head up and looked around at her surroundings which were not at all remotely familiar. Her head throbbed, the source of the pain being a large goose-egg on her forehead. She was sitting in a wooden chair that was the sole piece of furniture in the dingy white room. Her ankles were cuffed to the legs of the chair and hands cuffed behind her back to the body of the chair.
Her arms and legs were sore, probably from her body being in the same position for too long. Her wrists and ankles were chaffed from overly tight hand cuffs, whomever had cuffed her obviously was not a gentle person. She tried to remember what had happened that she ended up cuffed to a chair in a foreign place but nothing came to mind. The last thing she remembered was opening the door to her apartment after returning to DC from a work related trip. “Hello is anyone there?” She called her mouth dry and voice cracked because of it.
The woman opened her eyes slowly blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted to the lighting. She held her head up and looked around at her surroundings which were not at all remotely familiar. Her head throbbed, the source of the pain being a large goose-egg on her forehead. She was sitting in a wooden chair that was the sole piece of furniture in the dingy white room. Her ankles were cuffed to the legs of the chair and hands cuffed behind her back to the body of the chair.
Her arms and legs were sore, probably from her body being in the same position for too long. Her wrists and ankles were chaffed from overly tight hand cuffs, whomever had cuffed her obviously was not a gentle person. She tried to remember what had happened that she ended up cuffed to a chair in a foreign place but nothing came to mind. The last thing she remembered was opening the door to her apartment after returning to DC from a work related trip. “Hello is anyone there?” She called her mouth dry and voice cracked because of it.
