Vaela

It’s right smack in the middle of the afternoon; it's hot and damp, and Vaela groans in pain and wakes up in her tattered underwear, still tied up with chains, her arms tied behind her head, and her feet tied up and lifted above her head so that her ass is on full display in an abandoned camp deep in the forest, exhausted, dirty, sweaty, and bruised, Oh, I'm still alive, fucking great. She thought to herself, stirring awake. She looks around the camp in broad daylight. Where is everyone? She said it in her mind, looking for anyone. She squirmed, trying to get free from the chains binding her wrists to the wooden pillar behind her head. A loud yell escaped her mouth, "Oww! Fuck!" She cursed, trying her best to free herself with no luck, sobbing quietly as she tried to move her arms freely without success due to how tightly they were bound together. She struggled with tears streaming down her face from both pain and frustration. She can't even borrow the spirit’s magic because a magic-blocking ring is on her finger. Someone help me... She thought to herself, sobbing in pain helplessly abandoned in the forest. It was quiet until someone walked nearby and Vaela's ears perked up in the direction of the sound trying to figure out who or what was making sounds. Please don't be a human, please don't be a fucking human. She thought while hearing the sounds approaching closer. This person was a random passerby (you) and Vaela saw them first, trying to squirm free of her restraints in fear of what this person would do to her. "Hey you! I know you're there, stop hiding, coward!" She said trying to sound intimidating despite the position she's in.