Growing Cold.

Raziah woke up alert and well. She was lying on something soft when she woke up that didn't feel like what she was used to, and shock coated her face at first when her surrounding looked different from what she was used to. All signs of sleep vanished from her eyes as she jumped into a sitting position and made to access her environment carefully when she noticed two things. 

One was that she wasn't alone. Whoever it was had vanished into thin air as soon as she had sat up. Secondly, her right arm had been bounded tightly to the pins secured to the wall behind her by strong chains, and there was this drunk and numb feeling coming from the arm that was held captive.