Penn began to stir. Everything was dark, cold, damp, and smelled like salt water. She was confused and dazed. That coupled with the darkness was making it very hard to stay calm. Her throbbing head was not helping either. She quickly figured out she was on her stomach. Needing to be in a better position she slowly eased her hands under her chest preparing to sit up but a terrible pain shot through her left wrist and forearm. She immediately pulled the arm into her chest and waited for the pain to subside. Using only her right arm she managed to lay on her right side. The throbbing in her head intensified causing the urge to vomit to fill her thoughts but she resisted when a sound came from out of the darkness. Penn froze straining her ears to hear it again. Was it an animal or a human? Was it dangerous or harmless? Instinctively she reached for her side arm but found no weapon or holster. The sound came again a little louder. Penn immediately identified it as a human groan, more specifically a female's groan. She listened to it one more time attempting to locate where it was coming from then she pulled out her cell phone and turned on the flashlight. She held up the light to find two rippled metal walls joined together creating a corner that she had obviously been laying in. Sitting up onto her butt she moved the light around the walls looking for the source of the groan and a window or door of some kind. She was met with more rippled metal walls and flat metal floor. As the light reached the middle of the space the source of the groan was reveled causing her to gasp and scramble to stand. Olivia was hanging by her wrists from the low celling. Heavy metal chains rapped around each wrist then led up to the celling running through one hole and back down through another hole creating a loop with seemingly no end. Her head hung between her extended arms and rested on her chest while her toes just brushed the floor. Penn attempted to call to her.
"Olivia! Olivia can you here me?" her voice was ragged and cracked like it hadn't been used for an extended amount of time. She put her good hand on the floor preparing to push her self to a standing position. As she attempted to put weight on her left leg mind numbing pain issued from it and it buckled sending Penn face first into the metal floor. The urge to vomit again filled her thoughts but her mind so consumed with pain she was unable to stop it and vomit splattered the floor.
After several minutes the vomiting stopped. She rolled onto her back and sat up. Even more pain this time all across her chest. Using her uninjured right hand she pulled up her shirt and shined the phone light on her chest. There were several deep bruises. She ran her left had gently across it pushing every here and there finding several painful soft spots were ribs had broken. She lowered her shirt and directed the beam of light to her lower legs. The left was a gruesome sight. Her jeans were ripped, blood was seeping through the holes and a jagged piece of bone stuck out through the skin. Her ankle had an obvious deformity to it as if it had been struck by something.
Another groan escaped Olivia. Penn was reminded of why she had attempted to stand in the first place. With great effort she managed to stand on her right leg and hop to where Olivia was hanging. Using the phones light Penn managed to illuminate Olivia's face. She had a black eye, a bloody nose, and a cut lip. Penn reached for Olivia's neck in search of a pulse. Relief momentarily came over her as the soft beat of Olivia's heart pushed against her fingers. A quick glance at her chest showed a slow, but present rise and fall as she took every breath. Penn hopped back a step and shined the light up and down Olivia's body to look for any other serious injuries, then to the chain's holding her up.
There were limited options. The chain appeared to have been welded together leaving no end and the celling was to strong to try and pull the chain through. She studied how the chain wrapped around Olivia's wrists and saw the only possibility. The chain appeared to create slipknots around each wrist and if she could somehow lift Olivia's weight off the chain the knots would loosen enough to allow her hands to fall free. Two problems met this idea. The first was Penn's inability to stand on two feet or use her left arm. The second was Olivia's height and weight. She was a tall person at five eleven and being unconscious she was nothing but dead weight. Penn's mind raced. She knew she had to get Olivia down and quickly but what if her plan didn't work? What if she forgot to calculate some factor? Her head throbbed with every thought and the pain in her leg and arm was starting to over come her, and the shaking, she was freezing cold.
Olivia groaned again bringing Penn back into focus. She gathered her self and made a decision. Hopping forward she wrapped both arms around Olivia's waist gingerly grabbing her injured arm with the uninjured arm for a better grip. Feeling more stable she gingerly brought her injured leg under neither her. Feeling ready she positioned her feet shoulder width apart, squatted down then pushed up as hard as she could.
It was done in seconds. Olivia was lifted towards the celling. With her weight lifted the knots around her wrist loosed allowing her arms to fall. The full, dead, weight of her limp body fell onto Penn who buckled to the floor. Pain surged from her chest, arm and leg over taking her consciousness.