Crissa let out a sharp breath. Her head was spinning, her vision was blurry. She groaned softly, trying to grasp her bearings. One thing was for certain - she was not drunk. She knew what 'drunk' felt like all too well...and this was definitely not it.
There was a moment of dead silence as she remained laying there. She was in some sort of dingy room, it was dimly lit and by the way the light moved rhythmically over the ceiling, she could tell the source of light was a dying fire. Crissa attempted to shift her body, however it felt awfully heavy...as did her eyelids. Another silence... The sound of a door off to her left opened quietly along with a single set of light footsteps. Crissa remained as still as possible although there was an odd sensation taking over her limbs. They felt stiff and numb. The footsteps continued to where Crissa was lying. 'Click clack....click clack'. They were heels... a woman?
When the person came to a stop, a blurred figure could be seen right above Crissa, looming over her. The person tutted several times as they seemed to set some sort of leather case by their side. "Oh my darling..." A soft voice said. Definitely a woman... "How on earth are you still alive? I thought the substance had finally started to work." The woman said, she lowered herself down onto the floor in order to look Crissa over. Crissa tried to speak though it was a series of protesting moans, her tongue numb. "Hush...hush..." The woman ushered, she brushed several strands of hair from Crissa's face. "You're such a pretty girl too...that angelic face will go to waste."
Crissa tried to shift herself again, she needed to get out, she wasn't sure what the woman's intentions were but she knew that they would have the same result - death. Crissa tried to move her head, taking in all of the surroundings. By the look of the place, it was some sort of shack. A cold hand took ahold of her chin, ceasing her movement. "I need you to hold still, my darling." Crissa felt helpless, all she could do was stare into the face of her kidnapper.
Face....features!
Crissa squinted, trying to make sense of her vision, however it continued to remain blurred. All she could make out were these: red hair that had been wound and pinned up, the vague shapes of some sort of brown robe and a pair of icy eyes.
The woman turned away briefly to retrieve something from her case and as she turned back towards to Crissa it was clear that she was holding some sort of syringe contraption that was filled with a greenish substance. "Relax, darling..." The woman muttered, Crissa tried to bring up a heavy hand in an attempt to push the syringe from her grasp. The woman grabbed for her wrist, holding it in a tight vice as she moved the syringe away a little. "Ah...ah..." The woman said, "As I said before, be a good girl and hold still." Crissa was weak...too weak. She lay there defeated, her body like lead.
The red-haired woman began to push up the left sleeve of Crissa's shirt until she reached the top of her shoulder. Bare arm exposed, the woman injected the liquid into Crissa's upper arm. She tried to curse, though it was just pathetic sound. "You really thought you'd get away? Silly girl..." There was a slight malicious chuckle before the woman continued, "You tried to help me...but you couldn't. No one can help me, dear. I'm..."
She leaned forth to Crissa's ear, "Just a little mad." Another chuckle. "Count back from five, my darling..." Was the last thing the woman said before she leaned forward once more, red-painted lips coming into view and laid a kiss on Crissa's cheek.
Within mere moments Crissa's vision faded to black, the last sound was the crackling of the fire. Crissa squirmed and let out a long, much needed breath. The first thing she noticed was that it was cold...very cold. She blinked, her vision was relatively normal now and she had a chance to get a good look around.
She was lying on grass and several trees shadowed her...some sort of forest? She took a moment to think over her current situation. This was odd. Too odd. She glanced back around again. The woman was gone and there was a mere light throbbing in Crissa's left arm.
