Sora awoke to the feeling of a harsh sting of pain across her chest. She glanced around, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darkness around her.
   When she could finally see, she looked down at her chest, where the source of the pain was. Her eyes went wide as she realized that there were two huge gashes across her chest, arranged in an "X" pattern.
   Blood was seeping through the light blue fabric of her sweater, staining it dark red around the edges of her wounds.
   As she became more and more aware of her situation, she began to pick up on a few areas of sharp pain elsewhere on her body, specifically at her shoulders and her wrists.
   The dragon turned her head to look at her wrist, which was somehow suspended in midair. It didn't take long to notice the nail that had been pounded into her paw. She could only assume that another nail was jabbed into her shoulder as well.
   Furthermore, she could see a thick, black string attached to the nailhead, trailing upward. She followed its track, eventually spotting a large structure floating above her, which resembled the piece that a puppeteer would use to control a marionette.

   She had no idea what had happened to her, or even what was going on, but one thing was for certain: it was dark, and evil, and she didn't like it.

   The fear of being controlled made her sick. And there was nothing she could do about it.