It was an effort, but Waverly managed to open her eyes. The first thing she noticed was an instant headache when she did, square in the middle of her forehead. A quick glance at her surroundings served only to make this worse. The room span violently. She clenched her eyes shut again reflexively and clung to the floor, as if it would provide some sort of stability while the spinning stopped.
"Holy crap this sucks." She mumbled groggily and risked lifting an eyelid again, but still clinging to the ground. "Must've been one helluva night..."
The ground. Why was she on the ground? She pushed herself gingerly up onto her elbows and took in the dank, dirty concrete flooring she was laying on. Where the hell was she?
She tried lifting her hand to her head. This is when she noticed the leather manacles around her wrists, connected to a chain that looped around a metal ring cemented to the floor.
"Oh shitting shitbuckets this really sucks." She said as her heart started to race.
She closed her eyes again and tried to concentrate on what had happened. How had she got here? Where had she been before? Where was she now?
She took another look around the room. It was a basement, gloomy and damp. A concrete staircase in the corner of the room led up to a bolt metal doorway that was left a-jar, providing the only source of light in the room. It wasn't much, but Waverly's eyes were adjusting to the darkness and she continued her groggy survey of the scene. Which is when she realised she wasn't alone.
The other person was also bound at the wrists, though their metal manacles and chains connected to the ceiling rather than the floor. It was from this that they dangled, low enough to rest on their knees but arms up over their head, slumped limply forward.
"Oh my god," Waverly breathed, her heart beat surging in her chest.
The figure didn't stir, but Waverly didn't need them to to see who it was. She'd recognise that red hair anywhere.