Weiss had stopped screaming. It had done nothing to alter her situation except for leaving her with a sore throat. Her captors continued without a care beyond the shiny, transparent barrier, which was enough to send the heiress into a quiet rage. It reminded her of her childhood: a whole lot of talking and attempts to be noticed and everyone around acting as if she didn't exist. The only difference was that her restraints were now physical, although the captors were sloppy and had only tied up one hand and her waist. The heiress worked her free hand under the plastic tie around her waist and pulled as hard as she could. The plastic barely shifted.
The heiress swore and shook her hand before working on the restraint around her wrist, hoping that it would be easier to remove. If she could get both hands freed, she could get to her beloved weapon, Myrtenaster. Weiss could see the weapon suspended next to her. Whoever had captured her had been very sloppy, indeed, which only served to further infuriate the heiress. Two bonds should not have been enough to keep her away from her sword. Weiss swore again, unable to obtain the proper leverage to free herself in her forced, kneeling position. The heiress's mind filled with all of the creative forms of torture she could inflict on her captors once she was free.
The light suddenly vanished from the holding cell. Weiss forced herself to remain calm. Light could still be seen around whatever was covering the front of the cell, but it did nothing for Weiss as she realized that her cell was shaking. However, it was not a sporadic movement. It was too rhythmic. She was then gently placed down and, as the thing over the barrier withdrew, Weiss felt her heart stop.
It was a hand.
She had been captured by giants.
Weiss could now see that she had been placed on a table by a large cardboard tube and a gray cloth. The captors were still lumbering about, but now that she was closer, Weiss no longer thought of trying to harm them. Yet. That didn't mean she would stop thinking of torturing them. It gave her something to focus on. Weiss gave one more pull on her restraints before resigning herself to her fate and glaring at anyone who was too close.
However, the little heiress's rage was not eternal, and it was soon replaced by curiosity. Maybe she could get someone's attention and get some answers with a more diplomatic approach. And then she could attack. The giants continued moving as if she didn't pose a threat to their wellbeing. One of the giants approached and Weiss felt her heart beat frantically. Were they finally going to make their demands for her release? Instead of speaking, the giant put down a box next to her. Weiss's eyes widened when she saw Blake in the box.
Before Weiss could attempt to shout at her teammate, the giant scooped up the tube and the gray cloth and put them in a large cardboard box. Then he grabbed Blake's box and put her in. Weiss felt her pulse quicken. Where were they sending her teammate? Was the same thing going to happen to her? Then the giant turned his attention to Weiss and, his large eyes glazed over and without a hint of compassion, picked her up and deposited her in the same box as Blake.
Weiss squinted against the glare of the fluorescent lights shining above before the giant closed the flaps of the cardboard box. She was plunged into complete darkness and Weiss could hear the sound of tape being run over the split between the flaps. Panic combined with the need to remain calm. Weiss looked around her surroundings and realized she was straining against her bonds. Unsure of what to do before her heart detonated, the heiress did the one sensible thing: she passed out.