All she could remember next was a faint change from white to pale green, and her feet contacted something solid. But as her body rested on her feet again, the weight was too much and she drifted to the floor before the world came back into focus.
She was laying on the ground, feeling as if someone was pushing down on her chest, and this is how she first saw uncomprehending the horror of her new life. She tried to sit up, but as her mind cleared it was obvious that the pressure on her chest was not a lack of breath; it felt as if her whole body had been encumbered with a thousand tiny weights making her every movement an excessive struggle. After a few minutes attempt, she was on her feet, though her legs were already feeling the strain and she had to work to keep them steady. When she felt firmly planted, she raised her head and swallowed the details of the room down a throat that was somehow both raw and numb with disbelief. Her room had been transformed from a large, fairly neutral yet comfortable bedroom, to a rank, squalid, hole of a cell that stank of the besmirched smell of blood. Her wide eyes scanned the slimy-looking walls as she instinctively made small steps towards the centre of the space. Water trickled down one corner and made the perilous journey across the edge of the grimy stone floor to disappear through the wide gap at the bottom of the ill-fitting door. Seeing that door, and the way it was flimsily propped up against the frame, she moved quickly, ignoring the slippery feel it had against her palm, and pushed her way out to feel a strong heat blow her blonde hair back from her shoulders.
