Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150827012352

Quinn slowly awoke, trapped in a duffel bag. Not only was there only suffocatingly dry air to breathe, but she was being jostled roughly as the fabric shifted relentlessly.

She desperately needed to escape the bag and/or inhale fresh air, but it was incredibly risky. In the bag, Quinn was safer than if she left the bag. The demon that had kidnapped her would surely devour her if she attempted an escape.

The air was another issue. While she still was armed, Quinn was being thrown around so much that trying to retrieve one would likely leave her dead, with a knife embedded in her heart. Naturally, Quinn wanted to stay alive and not bleed to death in a duffel bag.

Laying flat to try and ride out the violent movements, Quinn began slowly prying apart threads to let in the cool outside air. This was going to be a rough ride.