Keep watching this one.

I'm doing another CAST. (That's Continue-A-STory, for those of you playing along at home. Wherein, I blog the beginning of a story, and the next installment(s) are told in the comments by readers. Hooray!)

Previous CASTs are here, here, here and here [man. that last one is just sadly neglected.] Any and all of these are able to be added onto, of course...

The interesting thing about this go around is that I'm not actually present to see it posted, or to see how the story develops, and I won't be until Thursday...

that being said, let's begin.

She ached.

That was the first thing she noticed upon coming to. Her entire body ached. Nothing unusual about that, not at her age, but, still, this amount of pain was indicative of something wrong. Additionally, it made it hard to focus. There was a dull throbbing in her head, and when she tried to rub her temples, she was stopped by the handcuffs attached to her wrists.
That was a new development.

She opened her eyes, suddenly much more alert - and frightened - than she had been. The pain was still there, but she was now realizing that it may be the least of her worries.

The room she was in appeared to not be her own. She was still in her bed, which was interesting,and she was still wearing her nightgown, but the room itself was not one she recognized. It appeared, in fact, to be a jail cell. It was quite sparse. No windows, only one door - closed - and nothing on the walls. Another interesting thing she noticed was that there was a ceiling fan with a dimly lit bulb above her head. This appeared to be identical to the one from her bedroom. Odd. Why duplicate some of the materials from her bedroom? She then noticed a small video camera in the upper corner. It was pointed in her direction. She glared toward the lens. She muttered something under her breath. Nothing happened.

She examined the cuffs. They were attached to her bedpost, giving her very little amount of room to navigate. She turned her attention back to the camera. Assuming that her captors were presently watching she addressed them.
"What do you want from me?"
She had plenty of other questions she wanted answered, but this one would do to begin with.

There was no response to begin with, and then, from a speaker in the wall that she had not noticed before, a male voice said, "We know that you are a witch, and we know how to neutralize your powers. You will do as we tell you..."