Lo woke up feeling groggy on a cold floor, she would have sat up but she felt so unbearably cold. Her eyes slowly flickered around as shapes blurred together then sharpened to form the room. The light flickered slightly as individuals walked in front of the only outside light source.
The door was suddenly heaved open as a rather pale individual Lo could only half recognise walked carrying a steaming bowl. He then proceeded to lean down and tapped her on the forehead gently. He was trying to get Lo to bring herself back into focus. There weren't many like her who he had to catch and turn by force. He turned almost all by force, but he rarely had to catch them. They all flocked to him with one lie after another. Lo's slightly glazed eyes were a rarity because of that; it was inconvenient to wait for the victims of it to wake up and become very intelligible again.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty," he said as he placed the bowl -which Lo could now tell was soup- next to her. The steam wafted into the cold air, warming the small area around it. Shakily and slowly, she began to sit vertically to hold the bowl in her hands to warm her skin. She couldn't bring myself to eat though. Lo felt like she was going to be sick. She was ravenous, but in her current state she felt that she would probably throw up whatever she managed to bring down and as she didn't know why or how long she was going to be there for, being trapped in a room with vomit did not seem to make her situation more appealing.
Lo's captor - she presumed - seemed awfully relaxed, sitting on a cooler box, which was slightly unnerving for an individual in her situation. Anyone that relaxed had to want something from her, she had no idea what he could possibly want though.
"What's your name?" He asked.
Lo blinked slowly, she seemed unable to hear him properly.
"What's your name?" He repeated. He seemed to expect an answer from her, but Lo hardly knew how to reply.
In her semi-lucid state, she made it to her feet with the bowl of soup still in her hands. Her captor didn't seem at all alarmed until the contents of the bowl was thrown at his face.
The plain white bowl fell to the ground with a horrid sounding clang as Lo stumbled to the door. To her amazement and relief, she found it unlocked. She pushed her way through the crack in the door she created when she heaved it open and stumbled quickly out of the cold.
Her vision began to blur again as she made it into another room, there was too much light for her right now. A face or two crossed her vision as she pushed past but no one seemed to stop her. When Lo found another door she seemed to fall through it onto a street, a passing stranger or two glanced at her while another helped her to her feet.
"Are you alright?" Lo heard as she adjusted to the blinding light.
"I'm...fine," she mumbled out as she pulled her arm out of their gentle grip and gradually made her way down the street in a mild panic. Not caring which road she took, as long as she got as far away from the pale demons.