Self-Para || Arrival
Her head was pounding. Eyes slowly fluttered open with a hint of a groan that barely passed her lips. What happened? She remembered her step-father telling her that she was going somewhere for a few days. He didn't say where, and she knew much better than to ask. It was smarter to request nothing lest her question anger or irritate him. Breathing in, she shifted, tugging her hands until she noticed the chains. Scrambling to her feet, she tugged at them without succeeding in freeing herself. She was all too confused, drawing her gaze around the cell. Where the hell was she? Did he sell her to someone? To a place? Was she a slave or a servant or something? Her heart hammered as she tried to take in slow breaths, turning to look around the small cell. How was she supposed to get someone's attention? To ask anything? Her eyes drew to the wall, the panel. She pressed on it, glancing at it awhile. It looked like a way to communicate. Lifting a hand to brush the hair from her face, she began to type into it. At least, for now, she didn't have to try to speak. She could talk, but it was just such a rare thing because of her stutter. It took too long for her to express anything, and she much preferred to sign or type. At least there was this one solace. Maybe there was someone there that could explain what the hell was going on.
