Sylvia woke from the shot a lot earlier than a human would, but she didn't move at first.  she lay perfectly still, her senses alert.  For the -moment- she was alone inside that room, and she could feel the chain about her neck.  memories of her first 'meeting' with drake rose up, but this wasn't the same.  Those memories didn't hurt her anymore, she'd dealt with it.  he'd gone about things badly, but he'd made up for it a billion times over too..  Now she was his, always.  this wasn't his doing, he wouldn't allow her to be hurt like that...<br/><br/>Then she remembered..  Cassy, the shot.. a vague memory of being shoved into the back of a car.  She felt sick and uncomfortable, especially knowing she had no way of fighting the older woman.  Jodi..  she could probably handle her, they were both still young, but Cassy..  She was older, too strong for Syl to fight.  Then she felt that brush against her mind, and she struggled not to sob.  Her response was instant, groggy but panicked.<br/><br/>"cassy, that bitch..  she grabbed me at the mall.  Dunno where I am yet..  Chained up.  "<br/>