Waking up, dizzy, disorientated and strapped to a bed in the middle of bumfuck nowhere was definitely not how you pictured your Monday morning. But here you are, vision swimming and mouth feeling like its been stuffed with cotton as you blink awake, groggy. Restraints chafe at your wrists, bound to the bedpost.

"Don't kick, sweetheart." A voice drawls, familiar- sweet. "You'll wake the others." Charlotte's lips quirk upwards, as if amused. Her eyes are dark, glimmering with.. something.