Claudia groaned when she awakened, in a cold, wet dungeon. Claudia would try to move from her seat, as she was roped tightly. Snarling, she tossed and jerked her body, trying to break free. “LET.ME.GO” She had a massive hangover, her head feeling like the world was weighing down on it.
"I said… LET ME GO!" The Machiavelli’s bride bellowed, having snarled, as she closed her eyes knowing all hope was not lost.