Fifteen

A blurry grey.

That's the first thing Venus saw, she then blinked her eyes, her sight more focused. A rusty grey roof, she blinked again.

Her mind registering a dull throb at the back of her head, as she realized she was sprawled across the hard concrete floor, carefully she leaned up using the little strength she had.

Suddenly a sharp pain in her head made her hiss in agony and she fell back onto the floor, clutching her head in her hands, her eyes clenched shut.

After a while, the pain subsided, and Venus tried to sit up again more carefully this time, she looked at her hands to see them full of blood.

Confused she touched her temple to see fresh red blood trickling down in droplets down her fingers.

She was losing blood.

She looked around, a dirty and small grey room. A door.

She slowly used the wall next to her to stand up, and as she did the sound of chains caught her attention and she looked down to see both her feet in shackles.

"Damn it," she cussed out softly.

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