[P] Bella Braveheart, female Human

Even before Bella is able to get her eyes open, she notices how odd her current position is for having just woken up. She is barefoot and standing upright, already strange, on what feels like some dead grass, twigs, and she hears the crunching of fall leaves as she moves her toes around. And she feels the cold breeze of the night air, definitely not right. She is still wearing her nightgown, a cute blue frilly one that doesn't quite reach her knees. Underneath she wears some white panties, but she obviously doesn't sleep in a bra. Her arms are held high over her head, and when she attempts to pull them down she's stopped by what seems to be two segments of ropes affixing them to a couple of trees, with some matching restraints on her ankles. "...Fuck."

Bella shoots wide awake and looks around. She must have been **** or something. Through the darkness she only sees trees and what seems to be the bright light of a fire about 50 feet in front of her. How did she get here? "Actually, why can't I seem to remember a damn thing at all?" Actually, it doesn't matter.

Bella can't remember a thing right now, but she does remember that she's always been a fighter. The type of lady creeps wouldn't dare mess with, and she wasn't about to let some guy have his way with her here in the woods. Taking one last look around to see if anyone is watching, she braces herself and begins yanking as hard as she can against the rope.