Twisted

Clary

I woke in a groggy state, mumbling.
Once I was finally able to melt out of my heavy sleep, I slowly raised from my position. Which was a mistake, my head instantly began to start pounding, and my vision blurred with red dots, like stains on a film. I felt blood rush through my head and into my ears. I was siting in straw and hay, each strand stabbed through the material of my pants.
Standing with my arms out and scooting my feet I finally found my way to a wall, but it wasn't a wall, they were bars. I gave them a little shake, which is stupid, if you're going to lock someone up, you do it right, meaning; that you wouldn't leave loose bars.
"Jace? Izzy?" I called out into the darkness, "Anyone?"
No answer. I kept working my way along the perimeter till I finally reached another wall, a real one this time. It was smooth and cool to the touch, stone. I felt around it, until I came to contact with something warm, warm and sticky, and wet.