"―have her but it's not like we―"
"Yes."
"―don't act so high and mighty, mate. Don't forget. The little lady is still in our hands."
Daphne slowly regained her consciousness. At first, everything sounded like it was ringing, a high-pitched screech resounding in her eardrums. The world looked as though it was covered with flickering black spots and her vision occasionally blurred and refocused.
Bit by bit, her sense of sight and hearing went back to normal. She soon realized that her hands were bound behind her back and her ankles were bound together with a rope. On top of that, she was lying on her side, the angle her head was resting at made her neck impossibly sore.
"Ugh…" she groaned. "My head…"
She squinted, trying to get her eyes to feel a little more comfortable. Right now, they were dry and her eyelids felt like they were stuck together. She could barely open them.
