Zatanna woke slowly, her head hurt, she groaned quietly, the last thing she needed was a headache. She kept her eyes closed and lay there hoping that the headache would go away.
As she lay there she realised something wasn't right, the noises, the smell, the temperature, it was all wrong she sat up suddenly and her eyes flew open. She wasn't in her apartment.
She was in a dark dungeon illuminated only by two flaming torches at the bottom of a stone stair case. Zatanna quickly scanned the room, "ok so I'm the only one in here," she said to herself taking a couple of deep breaths. This was really weird, wherever
she was she wasn't in her apartment. She looked down at herself, she was in her full costume and she was on a pile of straw which was sticking to her fishnets. She looked at the rest of the room thankful that she was on the straw rather than the slime that
was covering the rest of the dungeon floor.
She tried to move which was when she heard the clinking of a chain for the first time. Her eyes widened with horror as she realised she was chained to the wall by a collar. Her hands flew up to her neck, they encircled the golden collar. She recognised
it instantly, "oh god," she cried out. She knew this had to be to do with the collar. It was too much of a coincidence.
Using all her strength she tore at the collar trying to break it open.