𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒

𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A rancid smell filled Isolde's befuddled senses. There was not an overwhelming supply of things for her to absorb in order to make sense of her surroundings, so she was left with the feeble amount of information she had. Her feet were now bare of the boots she had worn and instead the skin of her feet touched the stony ground, which seemed to be covered in a thick and wet substance which Isolde was hoping to be mud.

Thick metal cuffs restricted her movement as her hands were suspended high above her causing aching streams of pain to flow through her arms as they were carrying most of her weight. The black sack that had been roughly pulled over her head had not yet been removed, but it had been slightly loosened around her neck, so breathing was one thing she possessed the ability to do. Every so often someone came and held the fabric of the bag tightly against her eyes and nose and would flip the part over her mouth up, forcing the liquid, she had previously drunk in front of Henry, back into her system.

Isolde was not sure as to how long she had been stuck wherever she was being detained but there seemed to be about ten thousand seconds between the guards. Three guards had come and gone which meant that around eight hours had passed. Unfortunately, this meant that the sun had come up and that her presence or lack thereof would soon be noticed.

Hindsight was a glorious thing, and it seemed that one of the only things that was currently crossing Isolde's mind was that of her stupidity. The fact that she was unable to speak with Tairn added insult to injury and the fact that she hadn't any idea as to where she was, was enough for her to enter a mental pit. Ironically, the mixture they kept giving her had an upside, for the first time in a while her body was completely numb.

So much churam had entered her system which made it hard to focus and resist the urge to fall into the soft and tempting arms of unconsciousness. Suddenly, the door that had just been shut following her last drug administration reopened, revealing the sound of a new set of footprints on which she could barely focus.

A pair of warm hands clutched her own as the rusting handcuffs were removed in order to prevent her from dropping straight to the ground out of sheer exhaustion. "What- what's going on." The words forced themselves out of her mouth, requiring the few strands of focus that remained in Isolde's mind.

"Nothing bad, we would just like you to answer a few questions?" An alluring voice entered her ears, but she couldn't ignore the bright red alarm bells that were ringing throughout her head. "About?" A tired tone exited her. "Someone you know." Isolde's tongue peeked out to wet her lips.

"Is it a secret?" She spoke meekly. The black sack that had previously blocked her vision was whipped off of her head, exposing her to the bright lighting in the room, making her shut her eyes and squint in order to give her eyes a moment to adjust.

"No. But I wish to see if you can figure it out. Apparently, you are quite clever Miss Vayne." Chills added themselves onto the already stated goose bumps coating Isolde's body at the mention of her name. "Curious isn't it? How much effort one can go to disappear but there are just some signs the body can't hide." The man in front of her spoke calmly whilst dropping Isolde's hands, causing them to flop unceremoniously into her lap.