The engulfing, heavy darkness is what you come to—not necessarily awaken, but one or more of your senses are applicable—and your ears twitch at the weighted sound of footsteps.
Maleficent…? you think groggily from the swaying motion. I must’ve fallen asleep; he’s carrying me to bed. You open your eyes expecting to see his beauty, yet only see the front plane of your body with your legs strung up. You try to move and gather your wrists are bound upward as well, your head having been secured to prevent your antlers from dragging. What…?
“Hey, it’s awake,” a man above you mutters. Panicked, your senses all vault to clarity as you realize you’re strapped to a pole being carried on the shoulders of two men within a castle. What happened all comes back to you.
“N-no! Release me!” you whimper.