Rough Awakening {8}

Once she managed to get to her feet she kept her gaze around. Either someone was there, or it was something pre programmed. Her eyes moved down as she moved her legs some, now forced to stand she could only guess what would come next.

She didn't know how long she was left standing. But long enough for her feet to ache and her wrists to carry part of her weight. She had given up trying to pull free.