#chains t

Ears ringing and body sore, Artemis slowly opened her eyes. She couldn’t see. When she opened her eyes, it still looked as if she was still closing them. Her heart-rate quickened at the fact she might be blind. No no.. I need my sight, to shoot to.. to-

No.. No. She looked down, and squinted. Barely, just barely she could see chains around her wrists, digging into her skin tightly. She could hardly move them, and she felt the cool chains around her ankles too, also biting into her skin. 

“Fuck,” She cursed softly. She felt pain. A dull, throbbing pain on her abdomen and the back of her head. Ribs? It was likely. Hopefully there was no concussion.. 

. She closed her eyes again, not even trying to recall the events from before. She was going to get hurt and she knew it. 

It was easier to accept it, yes… 

But-

Might as well be a little shit. 

Maybe they’ll get irritated of me and let me leave. 

Artemis started to tug at the chains, rattling them and making them dig into her wrists and ankles even more. But she didn’t stop, desperate to just- escape. Or  be a shit. She just wanted to get back to the base, where there were no chains. No hurting, no.. no more.

She cursed in Spanish as she struggled, just getting more irritated as the chains didn’t budge. 

She looked up, and found a red blinking light in front of her. She grinned, and raised up bother her middle-fingers before saying some choice words- In English this time. She was scared, yes. Of course.