When I first awoke, I could only remember this bed of nails. An undeniable fear crept into my nerves as I realized I lay upon it. Dreamless slumber claimed me soon after.

The second time I stirred, a most peculiar woman was crouched before me. Stringy hair like seaweed draped itself over her shoulders and face. Her eyes glimmered, and cracked lips curved into a smile.

She chanted in words I did not understand. Her pale skin seemed to carry a faint glow as she danced about me on my bed of nails. I turned my head this way and that, determined to keep this woman in my groggy sight. I did not know what was occuring. What I did know was that before I awoke here, I was free. Now, my life was forfeit to this woman, and my freedom to be sold.