Isla opened her eyes slowly,her vision slightly blurry as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. A damp metallic scent of rust and decay assaulted her nose making her scrunch her face in disgust. She tried to raise her hands to her nose then she noticed that her hands were restrained with rusty heavy chains digging painfully into her wrist. Her arms were raised high, chained to tiny hoops in the ceiling forcing her into an uncomfortable position.