Diana felt herself swaying.
She curled up and slightly opened her eyes to see a yellow haze; her large buttocks and one side of her body were pressing against someone's back—she had evidently been stuffed into a sack and was being carried on someone's back.
A metallic taste rushed into her mouth, and a severe pain throbbed in Diana's head, and she passed out again...
She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard the iron door creak and shut, and dust poured into her respiratory tract with each breath.
"Ha-choo! Cough, cough, cough..." Diana woke up again, her cheek against the ground, her dark brown hair a tangled mess like an unruly mop.
Rising from the ground, Diana realized she was completely naked, clad only in her shoes, and she covered her body, sitting on the ground to survey her current predicament.
