Altitude
Breathing harshly through small gasps of air, Azmaria's eyes darted about as the tall devil dragged her along. Two maids, with cold hands and emotionless faces bowed as he entered, still clutching at her pale wrist.
They were going higher, Azmaria thought through a haze of fear. Looking around, Azmaria gulped as no one would meet her eyes. The sky was ever so blue up here. The clouds were dropping back down to earth.
Rubbing her hands against her shoulders, Azmaria shivered. She felt so cold, her thin clothes couldn't protect her from the currents of air that everyone else seemed to ignore. She was alone. No one could save her. She couldn't even save them. She was useless, worthless.
There was no where to go. Nothing. Opening her mouth, the chains cutting against her skin as she stretched forward with tears unshed, Azmaria began to...
Scream.