The feeling of her head weighing a ton and her eyes another ton was starting to become familiar to Taissa. She wasn't a fan - of the feeling itself or the familiarity of it. Just as she wasn't a fan of waking up with a back ache when she'd gone to bed perfectly fine, on a mattress with a softness that was perfect for her needs and a pillow whose case had been freshly washed. And she never fully closed her blinds, so as to let a sliver of light in through the window in the morning; right now, it was pitch black even though she had her eyes wide open. Blinking a couple more times, Taissa felt something on her face, then her whole head. She brought her hands up and felt the metal sheet around her eyes as her heart started racing.
"Não, não, não.*" She murmured, tugging at the supposed-helmet with both hands before she reached the thing that, after a few more touches, she identified as a lock. "Esses filhos da puta finalmente decidiram apenas imitar o Saw!**"
Feeling around herself, Taissa soon realized her hands were cuffed to something - a sort of railing, she supposed, and as much as her breath came out in quick and heavy bursts, she began trying to subside it and her panic before it reached the level where she wouldn't be able to think at all. "Help!" She screamed. Unlikely to actually work, but it was the very first thing anyone in this situation should try, she thought. "Help me!"
* "No, no, no."
**"These sons of whores finally decided to just imitate Saw!"