Price to Pay

Cassidy blindly reaches her hand out to touch her leg.

Her fingers brush against cold, numb skin, and even though she can't feel her own touch, she knows that it's her calf. Forcibly, she digs her nails into it, making circular motions with her fingers in order to get some feeling back into her leg. She's not sure how long she's been held captive here, but she trusts that it's only a matter of time before people come to break her out.

Time.

Cassidy huffs.

She stares up blankly into the void ahead of her, trying to imagine abstract shapes out of the seemingly infinite darkness. She blinks and thinks she's seeing bluish grey swirls curling around in the space beyond. When she reaches out to brush her fingers across the tendrils, her hands are met with frozen static. Then, she remembers she's not supposed to be seeing anything when she's in the dark.

'This is the price I have to pay...' Cassidy begrudgingly supposed.