Madeline Kahoshi
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It was a good fifteen or twenty minutes before Madeline began to stir even a little. The pain was what came to her first, the ache in her throat, her arm and shoulder, which was bruising badly already from where the door had been slammed against it. There was pain in her ribs, from being rammed into the door, each breath hurting. Then a groan as she started to lift her head, eyes blinking, but finding no light. It was then that she noticed the stifling cloth over her head.
That single fact, quickly brought on a panic attack on its own. No other factors involved. Within seconds she was panting for air, frightened beyond belief. Now coming around to the fact she was bound and in a chair, she started to pull hard, struggling with everything she had against to try and free her hands. Twisting, pulling harder, she was already rapidly rubbing the skin raw. No doubts if she was allowed to continue she would soon be bleeding into the rope. Maybe if she was lucky, she knew she could dislocate a thumb and pull a hand free. It would hurt like hell and make that hand pretty useless, but it would give her a small shot at getting free. It might just free her other hand which was what she really needed.
Every second was getting worse for Madeline, more frightened, pains growing in already sore regions and no her wrists and ankles. The panic, steadily growing. She knew this wasn't random at this point. If he'd wanted her to rape her, or steal from her, it would already have been done and he would be gone. The simple fact that she was still here meant in all likelihood Atrisian. A thought that chilled her to the bone.
That single fact, quickly brought on a panic attack on its own. No other factors involved. Within seconds she was panting for air, frightened beyond belief. Now coming around to the fact she was bound and in a chair, she started to pull hard, struggling with everything she had against to try and free her hands. Twisting, pulling harder, she was already rapidly rubbing the skin raw. No doubts if she was allowed to continue she would soon be bleeding into the rope. Maybe if she was lucky, she knew she could dislocate a thumb and pull a hand free. It would hurt like hell and make that hand pretty useless, but it would give her a small shot at getting free. It might just free her other hand which was what she really needed.
Every second was getting worse for Madeline, more frightened, pains growing in already sore regions and no her wrists and ankles. The panic, steadily growing. She knew this wasn't random at this point. If he'd wanted her to rape her, or steal from her, it would already have been done and he would be gone. The simple fact that she was still here meant in all likelihood Atrisian. A thought that chilled her to the bone.