The female Hobgoblin stirred.
A low groan left her throat as pain rippled across her head, dragging her back to consciousness.
Her eyelids felt heavy and, when she finally forced them open, the blur of the forest above came into focus.
"..."
Her eyes widened when she felt them around her wrists and ankles.
The ropes kept her wrists together and behind her back, biting into her skin. Her ankles were bound too, tight enough to leave lines etched into her flesh. She pulled instinctively, but the restraints were too tight.
"No. No, no, no…" she whispered, panic setting in.
The Hobgoblins turned at the sound of her voice.
"She's awake," one muttered.
"Should we knock her out again?" another asked, cracking his knuckles with a cruel smirk.
Syl's chest rose and fell sharply. "What is this? What the hell are you doing?"
The group's new leader turned his head lazily, sneering. "It's nothing personal, Syl."
