Slowly Aly regained her control over her consciousness, and as she moved her head instantly a sharp pain thrilled her core.
She tried to move her hand and tried to touch her sore spot but couldn't, except hearing some metallic jingles.
She attempted to move her eyes and found her hands were shackled.
She shook the shackles in her hand a few times in a row intending to free herself from it. But it was locked.
She stopped trying anymore and make her brain blank for a few seconds, as panicking or thinking wasn't helping her except for giving her more severe headaches.
She kept laying on the dirty white marble ground for about twenty minutes to regain full control over her blurry vision and chaotic painful brain. And once she was done calming herself down she got up and sat straight.