[fieldbox=Lilith Sage, palegreen, solid, 0, FONT]
Ultimately it was the cold that woke her up. Feather-light tendrils of frigid air curling against her skin, the gentle touch urging goosebumps to rise on pale flesh, adding blemish to the otherwise unmarked skin and making the girl's sleeping form shiver, peaceful face suddenly scrunching in discomfort.
When it got to the point of being so uncomfortable that sleep could no longer keep hold of her Lilith found her eyes fluttering open, lids falling over and revealing pale eyes rapidly as the orbs struggled to find focus. The moment they succeeded however, bringing their surroundings into clear view, Lilith found herself wishing they hadn't.
The room she found herself in was completely unfamiliar to her. The decor was all strangely old looking. Oil paintings hung on papered walls and flowers sat in beautiful vases on elegant oak desks. At the far end of the room, across from where Lilith lay, there was a window, opened to let the cool night air dance into the room, accompanying the flimsy white curtains in a clumsy waltz that sent the fabric blowing and fluttering about. Despite the age the furniture seemed to have it was all remarkably well-maintained, clean and free of blemish or ware. Whoever room care of this room, this place, apparently took great pride in it.
Once she'd finally begun to regain her bearings enough to clear some of the static in her fuzzy head Lilith attempted to sit up, only to feel a rough tug on her wrists prevent her from getting very far in that endeavor.
"Oof!" Lilith let out a grunt as the sudden tug pulled her back into a laying position. Brow scrunching the young woman let her gaze drift upwards to see what exactly it was that held her in her place, only to find her eyes widening and a feeling of panic set in as she did.
'Are those handcuffs?' The thought frightened her. Whoever had brought her here apparently did not want her getting away. If waking up in an unfamiliar place with no memory as to how she had gotten here nor where here could be wasn't enough of an indication, it was abundantly clear now that there was something very wrong.
Tugging and pulling, struggling and straining, Lilith began trying to find a way to escape the chains that bound her to the bed she'd awoken in. It seemed strange, to be given such a comfortable place to stay but to be confined to it so roughly. Of course, Lilith didn't care for such things now - all she cared about in the moment was getting out of here.
Soft grunts passed through clenched teeth as the girl continued to struggle, twisting and turning with all of the strength her tired body could muster. And slowly, ever so slowly, the work that was beginning to wear her out and rub her delicate wrists raw, began to pay off.
"Almost there... almost." Lilith muttered to herself, quiet encouragements as she continued to pull her wrists down, forcing her hands to push together as much as they could to help worm them through the cuffs. Whoever had closed them around her had not done so very tightly and Lilith was sure that, with the wiggle room she had, if she pulled hard enough she would be able to...
"Aha!" Feeling a sudden slip as the rest of the thicker part of her hand managed to scrape through the metal restraints Lilith knew had finally won back the freedom of her hands. Upon examining them she found the long-fingered limbs red and raw from their battle for freedom, but mostly unharmed. The redness and heat would surely disappear soon and the small scrapes would soon follow. It was a small price to pay for (what Lilith currently thought was) freedom.
With her first obstacle out of the way Lilith stood from the plush bed she'd awoken on, wrapping one of the bedsheets tightly around her bare form. She knew not where her clothes had gone nor who had taken them and while that was disconcerting she felt no pain and saw no other physical signs that would give cause for worry and thus pushed to to the back of her mind. As curious a matter as it was (what need would anyone have for her clothes? Why, and where, had they been taken?) it's importance was minimal in comparison to the other issues Lilith was currently facing. Hopefully she could find something to wear somewhere, but she needed to figure out what was going on more than she needed to be concerned with her attire. A sheet would suffice for now - at least it would keep her covered and provide
some form of protection against the cold air.
Her first steps were small and slow, her mind and body still a little groggy. Lilith hadn't any idea how long she'd been sleeping but apparently it had been long enough to make her body struggle to wake up, legs seeming to want to reject the thought of trying to hold up their owners weight after getting up such a short time ago. Her earlier struggle for freedom from her cuffs certainly hadn't helped her fatigue.
After sparing a quick look around the room, as if to make sure she hadn't missed anything important, Lilith headed to the door. Her hand clutched the cold of the metal knob, wrist twisting to turn it. Unfortunately it didn't cooperate, knob stopping only a short ways into the twist, refusing to budge no matter how much Lilith jiggled it.
Locked.
"Blast." Lilith wasn't surprised but she was irritated, taking her frustrations out with a fairly light punch to the wood of her failed exit. Now what? She had to get out of here, but there was only one door connected to the room. There was the window, but it was clear that, wherever she was, it was not the first floor of this building. Lilith wasn't about to jump out of a window to her death who knows how many feet below. She wasn't that desperate - not yet, at least.[/fieldbox]
