The air smelled damp and musty. Her eyes slowly opened.
The room was dark, save a dying candle by the corner.
Someone was sitting on a chair across hers, his head bent low as though in supplication.
Claire could swear that the man before her with his long locks of hair looked familiar, but her befuddled mind dismissed all such possibility.
Draw in a deep and torturous breath, she tried to make out her suroundings.
That's when she realized that her hands were bounds with chains.
The chains where linked to the stone floor and refused to yield when she tugged at them. The loud jingle of the chain only seemed to ruffle the silence.
She was afraid that the loud sound would attract her captor, which made her heart pound frantically.
But no one came.
Everything remained eeriely silent.
And when she moved her hands within the shackles, she felt a burning sensation. She was too stunned to feel pain at first, but on further observation she became confused.
