A dungeon, tied to a chair

Nova's eyes fluttered open and she took in her predicament. She was in a dank, dark dungeon, that much she could've guessed without her sight. A large wooden table sat ahead with all sorts of tools. She looked away to save her sanity, and down at her own body.

She was sitting in a chair. No, she was tied to a chair. Rather, she had been very nearly hog tied, arms behind her back at a harsh angle pushing her chest out. Her ankles were tied similarly to the lower rungs of the chair, forcing her knees open. It would've been hot if she wasn't keenly aware this was no social visit.

"Ah, good morning beautiful," said a voice from the shadows.