Enny slowly opened her eyes to find to herself in an unfamiliar place. Her body was dead tired and hardly refused to listen to her commands. Using all her strength, she moved her head around to study where she was at. It was some sort of bedroom with little to no decoration. The blankets covering her were made out of thick fur hides, which were heavy to lift.
She threw her torso up and panted heavily before pushing her hair behind her ears. She rubbed her cloudy blue eyes and coughed into her arm. Even though she still had a small cough, her fever seemed all but gone.
'I'm... not dead?'
Suddenly, she noticed a familiar woman slumped against the wall of the room. Her dark brown hair, lean muscles, and tan skin made her stand out among the things around her. Enny recognized her as the woman she had launched her most powerful attack at.
'Oh. It's her. This will be interesting to see how they torture me.'
