Lydia spluttered, her brown eyes opening blearily before they focused on the three people in front of her. A snarl formed on her face, but before she could actually speak, her body finally registered the predicament she found herself in. With her revealing clothes, there was a lot of exposed skin for the chains to dig into, causing her to wince and hiss in pain. She couldn't even move her arms, since they were buried in the soil.
If she shifted, the chains would dig harder into her, and dirt would be rubbed on her skin, further exacerbating her wounds.
I had to admit there was a certain elegance in the cruelty of such a torture method. I didn't want Lydia to die, but I certainly could not make it easy for her to escape. She had endangered Blaise's life once, and that was enough.