A groan was heard past the crackling of fire, in the underground dungeons.
Nancy slowly opened her eyes, and reflexively moved her hand to touch her aching head, but her eyes flew open on hearing the clanging of chains.
She looked about her and gasped, struggling, only to groan painfully at the tight grip the clamp had around her wrists.
Unfortunately, each wrist of hers was chained to the sides of both walls facing each other in the cell room. Her legs were free, but she was so weak, she was on her knees. Her hands hurt, mostly her wrists, her knees felt cold against the floor. Come to think of it, the entire prison cell she was in was so cold, any normal human would have frozen to death since.
Dried blood stains were at the side of her lip and nose, and her eyes were very heavy, thus, it was half closed as she panted, looking around.
Where the f**k was she?
