Terror stuck Pansy's face as she cried out in pain. Oh shit, what had she gotten herself into? "Where am I, and who are you?" She tried to keep her voice confident and strong, but she was shaking now. Her wand was no longer in reach and she was rather certain the spell the man had cast had dislocated her shoulder. Her arms weren't long enough for this and it felt like either one would rip away from her body at any given moment. She currently hated the fact that she was petite. She tried not to let the pain show in her expression, though.
She tried silently calling for her wand, but wandless work had hardly ever been her strong suit. She could do wonders with her wand, but that didn't help her much in her current predicament.