"Arise, breeder," a harsh, faraway voice said through bubbling water.
Sarah frowned and tried to figure out why anyone would stick their head into water to talk. She knew that voice, but where from? She felt so heavy. Terror stuck vicious claws into her heart. She couldn't feel her body. Did they cut off her limbs, the way they'd threatened when she couldn't cry?
"Open your eyes, human." The voice was closer, insistent, harsh, and definitely male. Her fingers prickled as if the finest needles pierced her skin repeatedly. The panic subsided a little. She still had hands, could feel them now, lying next to her hips. She tried to wriggle her fingers, but they barely moved. Her toes prickled, before she could panic about not feeling her feet; they wouldn't move either. She moaned - was she paralyzed?