"Am I...blind?"
She knew she was opening and closing her eyes, but she could see nothing. No light. The ground was hard and chilled her aching body. She could hear nothing. Perhaps it was a dream. After all, she could remember nothing of how she came to be here, laying on what she assumed to be stone.
"Hello?" Her voice echoed, though it had cracked as though she'd been without water awhile. "At least I know I'm not deaf." She tried to sit up, but found herself tightly bound around her limbs. "How...did I not notice that.." She scowled and grunted.
Finally, after some amount of time had passed, she heard echoing steps. They seemed to come closer. "I'm definitely not deaf." She winced as her head throbbed.
Somewhere nearby, the sound of a door of some kind opening made her try to sit up again. This time she was successful, and leaned back against the stone wall.
"Good, you are awake." The voice was familiar, yet unknown. And it was much too close.
"Personal space, mister. Your breath reeks." A pause, then a chuckle. She suddenly felt his hand on the back of her head. A sudden tug, which also ripped out some of her hair, and what she assumed was a blindfold was yanked from her head. The sudden light piercing her eyes made her squint painfully and clench her jaw. Just how long had she been in the darkness?
"Heh. Least I'm not blind." She heard a snort from somewhere else in the large room and opened her eyes a bit more to see. All she could make out was a few silhouettes. And that this room seemed more of a worn tower than an actual room.
"No, at least, not if you mean the literal definition," the man said with a chuckle. She snorted. "Stop using big words." This made the men snicker and she scowled deeper. She didn't like this. Hopefully it was a dream.
"Just...cut through all this extra dramatic poking fun at the bound woman and tell me what you want. You sound like children making pretend."
Finally, the man knelt before her and took her chin in his hand gently. She kept back the urge to bite through his hand, and opened her eyes slowly. The moment she saw the face before her, her entire body froze. "No..."
The man smiled broadly. "Hello, Petty. It has been a long time. Let's catch up, hmm?"
"I refuse to respond to your nickname, nor will I respond to Petunia. I am Daphne."
