In the cellar

When Isabelle woke up, she first felt like she hadn't opened her eyes at all. She didn't immediately realise that something was off, as she was still shaking off the effects of the drug. So she blinked groggily a few times, trying to shake the drowsiness and the darkness from her eyelids. Except the darkness didn't go away, not like she had expected it to. But she had started to adapt to the dim light of the chamber.

After the darkness, the next thing that hit her was the smell. It was damp and muddy and heavy with dust, making her sneeze.

She noticed a couple of shelves filled with root veggies of all sorts and, covering them, was a wooden ladder leading to a door in the ceiling.

She sat up, wanting to get out of here, but a clinking noise stopped her and something cold brushed up against her ankle. A slightly rusty shackle was wrapped around her ankle and a chain held her close to the wall. That couldn't be good.

"What happened? Where.. am I?" Isabelle mused.