Cammie did her best to process her environment without letting her captors know that she had regained consciousness. The air was thick with humidity, the ground below her cold and hard with a rough, rocky texture. The loud roar of water sent her into a sense of deja vu. She felt a smooth, cool surface digging painfully into her wrists and ankles. Shackles. Suddenly a glimpse of a dream-or was it a memory?- flashed through her mind. She took a sharp, audible breath. Cammie heard a sound, a feminine voice that she had come to dread. And it was -
Hi. Okay, I know this is way overdue (*coughcough*two years/shot) BUT please don't kill me? And it's really short. But I plan on updating more often, and maybe even starting a schedule, but don't take my word for it.
R&R