Aurora.
Where the hell am I?
That was the first question that came to her head and she was once again hit with a wave of Déjà vu, she had experienced this all before, the helplessness and panic of having no recollection of what happened.
The last thing she remembered was being freed from that realm and dropped on some deserted island, the rest of her memories were blurred.
Her head hurt, she tried to reach to her head and rub it only to find her hands were restricted. She looked down immediately and saw her hands were bound by chains, what the hell was happening?
"Where the hell am I?" Aurora bellowed as she tried frantically to free herself from the chains she had been bound to.
She panicked and kicked and screamed, yet nothing. No one came, no matter how many long hours she spent acting up.
Finally, when she had lost hope of someone coming, the door was pushed open and Damien stepped in. Damien?DAMIEN!?