I was mostly writing this for myself but I was curious to get constructive criticism on it from non-biased sources. If anyone here ends up liking where it's going, I'd be happy to keep writing/sharing it.
Tasha’s eyes open slowly, but she is not slow by choice. She feels drained, but… why? She stops to think for a moment, trying hard to remember why she feels so exhausted, but nothing comes to her. “Maybe I just need a cup of coffee,” she thinks to herself as she starts to fully wake up. Tasha tries to lift herself up, but quickly realizes that she can barely move. As soon as she tries to lift her arms, she feels ropes tug at her skin, the coarse material hugging her wrists tightly. Her legs seem to be tied as well, and as she tries her limbs she begins to understand why she’d fallen asleep in an upright position. That wasn’t her chair back home as she’d originally thought. Her eyes shoot completely open, her mind suddenly racing as she looks around the room.