Nevaeh opened her eyes to see herself standing in the center of a field of poppies. Her eyes skimmed across the field. There was nothing but poppies stretched out for miles to the horizon, basking under the rays of the golden sun.
'Where was she?'
She tried taking a step forward but she couldn't. She was stuck. She lowered her eyes, only then did she realize the shackles that held her bound on her hands and feet. She kicked against them but they didn't budge.
How did she get here? She looked around again, but she was the only being standing on that field. 'Who brought her here?' She had an eery feeling tingle in her stomach.
She kicked against the shackle again, but nothing changed, but she didn't relent. She struggled to set herself free even when she knew it was a fruitless effort. She winced in pain when her hand brushed against a poppy flower. She looked at her hand and she was surprised to see she had been cut and blood was dripping from it.
