Her rage slowly, millimeter per hour, boils down. She knows she can't hold it in, so she goes for a walk. Everything was in a new perspective due to the beautiful moonlight. She looks at the blades of grass, and the dew hanging on to them, and the luminescent colors they give off. She inspects everything around her, taking in the wonder of the outside world. She becomes so intrigued she barely notices where she is now going. The next thing she knows, she stumbles upon another house, a few miles away from Daniel's house. She realizes the danger and just as she is about to turn away, two men burst through the doors and grab her. Her screams are muffled and no one knows where she went. And all memory of her would fade. She kicked one in the chest, but the other punched her smack dab on her face. She faints.
When she wakes she's suspended from somewhere high. She drearily opens her eyes and sees she has been tied to a wall by chains at an angle so that she is leaning somewhat towards the floor. She hears something and sees a maid taking her clothes. She looks at herself and sees that she's wearing a black
dress. Her throat burns, meaning it had been a few hours at the least. She needed water, and help. She sees a window and outside, about one hundred feet down, the solid ground. Oh great, she was in a tower all alone.