[brighid]

My heart is pounding in my chest like a galloping horse as my senses slowly return to me. I am struggling to get my mind to focus, but it is hard to think through the foggy murk. There is a stinging tingly sensation on my cheek. My tongue is not thick and slow anymore; it smacks against the roof of my mouth as I move it around experimentally. My eyes shift, and I see the man standing beside a table. The man calls himself master; he wants me to apologize for something...

Anger wells up in me, overriding the fear and disorientation. My arms and legs struggle against my restraints. "Fuck you!" I growl.