C72 Too late

Arabella's POV

When I woke up, I was tied to a chair. The last moments of the fight came to me. How I had fought to the butter end. How someone had jabbed me with a needle. And how it had all gotten dark. Yes, I could remember now. What I couldn't do for the life of me was tell you where exactly I was.

I looked around. I was in a basement. It smelt familiar and come to think of it