She awoke with a start and looked around. It didn't take long before she realized that she had no idea where she was, and no recollection of how she got there. The last thing she remembered, was that she was on her way to her piano teachers for her weekly lesson. That's it, she couldn't even remember if she reached her destination or not. Everything was a blue, a haze, after she left the house and locked the door behind her.
She carefully sat up. As she moved though,s he found it far more difficult that she would have expected it to be. Her head was spinning, and everything felt heavy, as if she had weights attached to every joint in her body. It was bad enough that it was interfering with her breathing, but for some reason she didn't care. It didn't even click that she couldn't breathe properly. All she could feel, was the weight of her body, and the airyness of her head. She couldn't feel the plushness of the bed, the silk sheets, the amazing down comforter... nothing. She didn't even notice that she was nude under the blankets, or the shackles on her ankles. Nor did she notice what was violating her.
“I... where... where am I?” She wondered as she looked around, hardly a sound coming out of her mouth as she spoke. She brought a hand up to her throat, despite the sheer amount of effort that was required, and found a collar. It felt like it was made of metal, smooth metal that felt like it was probably very shiny. She knew it was, and didn't know how she knew, but also didn't care. There was nothing for her to care about, aside from trying to figure out where she was. She knew though, that to do that, she would have to get out of the terrifyingly large bed.
It didn't matter what direction she looked, the bed was never ending. It stretched for as far as she could see, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to crawl off it. It didn't matter that it was so large, the sheer weight of her limbs would make it all but impossible. She couldn't even do something as simple as pull her knees up to her chest, curl up on herself for comfort. There was nothing she could do, and she hated it.
“What the hell is going on!?” She asked, anger in her faint and weak voice as her hand that was at her throat dropped to the bed. It hit the surface with about as much weight as an anvil hitting the surface of the ocean. She couldn't understand why it was that there was so much weight to her, why she could barely move, and she wanted to know why. She desperately wanted to know what was going on, where she was, what was happening to her... everything. She wanted to know everything.
She tried to get the covers off of her, to no avail. The more effort she put into it, the harder it all seemed to get. As she was failing with the blankets, she also failed to notice her surroundings. There was a thick fog starting to fill the room, and it was getting hard to see. She was losing all her senses now; the fog was making it hard to see, or hear since it was extremely dense. It seemed to coat her tongue as well, making it nigh impossible to taste anything, all she could smell, was the empty scent that the fog had, and she couldn't feel anything because of …. reasons she didn't know.