As wakefulness slowly seeped into her body, Effie couldn't make sense of anything around her. Her arms were numb, pulled up over her head, and her shoulders ached with a deep, burning pain that oozed down into her neck and spine. Her entire body was not laying down as it should have been, but instead it felt as though she was suspended upright in the air like a bed sheet hanging out to dry. The only part of her that even touched the cold, damp ground below were her knees. The rest of her body dangled painfully by a pair of rough, metal shackles encircling her wrists.
A cloud of confusion mingled with the static pain that throbbed throughout her entire body, putting her in a state of stupor. She didn't know where she was, or how she had gotten there. Her mind was hazy, and every sound that reached ears reverberated distant and hollow. The fog of the sleeping spell still lingered, but very slowly it was wearing off.
