Elizabeth gasps awake, her body protesting the abuse it has suffered. She groans in pain and it takes her a few tries to peel her eyes apart from each other.
There is total darkness in the room, and the elf-lanterns that were bright earlier are all dead. She listens hard for her tormentors but there is total silence. She is alone.
She is collapsed, partially held up by her chains in the middle of the room. She tries to stand up and lets out a cry as she collapses back on her knees. She feels terminally weak. Her body is a map of burns and the chains dig deeper into her torn flesh as a result of her trying to get beyond the range of the fire. She breathes through the pain, feeling faint and dizzy, glad that the darkness hides the extent.of damage from her own eyes.
"Fuck." She whispers.
