(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Chihiro muttered a few pained sounds upon landing unceremoniously on her side, rubbing her left hip which had marked her landing spot. That was going to sting for a while... worse, it would probably turn red soon, which would be plain as day compared to the rest of her perpetually fair skin.
When she opened her eyes and felt her vision adjust, she soon realized she had a much worse predicament to contend with.
Her vision wasn't clearing. Not completely... her surroundings were an absolute blur.
It hadn't taken long to realize why. With slow dread, Chihiro reached her hands up to her face and felt around her eyes. Her glasses were gone.
It had been a tiny bit of solace to take, but at least she had been wearing SOMETHING with having her glasses on. With those gone, she was well and truly _stark _naked.
"They... they can't be far..."
Chihiro whispered to herself in delirious, growing worry. She shifted her weight to position herself on all fours, scurrying around the dark room while feeling around for her lost spectacles.
This didn't help matters any. It made things infinitely worse, for just as her hand found placement upon the presence of her downed glasses..
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