Needy
Needy didn't remember much before waking up on her back. She remembered bits and pieces here and there between blackness, almost like she had been in and out of consciousness for the last... while. There was no way for her to know how long it had been, or even where she was.
With a groan she tried to sit up, but instead found herself chained down by her wrists and ankles, and that discovery only made her eyes fly open. Needy seemed to be on some sort of table, completely unable to move aside from an inch or so with her arms and legs. She did the first thing that came to mind. After taking a deep breath, she let out a cry of, "Help!" as she started tugging at the chains holding her in place. Needy was sure that if she pulled hard enough she would be able to break them. After all, she managed to kick the iron bars out of her asylum window once. These chains couldn't be much harder.