she begins to groan before she’s even started to open her eyes. raven has been losing chunks of time over the last few months sometimes it’s just a night, sometimes it’s more. sometimes she wakes up outside, sometimes it’s in someone’s yard or even in a stretch of woods that she couldn’t recall getting to. this time it’s... she can’t quite tell where it is.
dark eyes slowly shift open and she yawns loudly, gaze heavy with sleep as she attempts to reach up and rub at them. she turns her head and a clinking noise follows soon after causing her brows to furrow in confusion. she moves to sit up, a hand reaching for her neck and her fingers make purchase with what seems to be a collar, dense and metal, and most definitely lacking the padding to be a fun restraint.
❛ the fuck’s this... ❜ the words fall from a set of chapped lips and she looks upward as the familiar feeling of panic begins to settle into her bones. ❛ alright, what the fuck? joke’s over, asshole. ❜ she’s calling out before she’s even begun to think, her thought process as muddled as her memory of the night before. if there’s one thing that raven does know it’s that she wouldn’t have signed up for something like this. / @cqckroach