You are greeted with a bright flash as your heavy eyes are forced open. With wobbling head, you start moving your hands around; yet one particularity becomes immediately apparent — you can't feel anything with them. The nerves in your body were all atrophied, destroyed. You try to inhale, but can't, your throat simply makes a whistling sound as your lungs fail to expand.
"What a nice specimen! I made the right call to not dispose of your body. You will most definitely be of use to me," you hear an echoing, dominating voice ruminating all around you.
Turning you head over, you can finally make out a tall figure standing in penumbra. She is dressed in slick dark robes and has a wide, twisted grin on her face. The symbol of spider decorates her outfit, marking her as a Necromancer.
The revelation slowly starts creeping into your consciousness. There could only be one reason for her to be anywhere near you — your death. Last night was fatal for you and your soul now resides in a a broken shell, not worthy to be called 'human' anymore.
"I want to hear you speak, pet. Are your vocal cords intact? I always preferred curses from pain to dead silence," the Necromancer woman addressed you again.
You strain your throat, focusing all of your energy into producing coherent sounds. Several seconds pass, engulfed by torment, yet only groans and wails are heard from you. Just as you feel your new mistress getting disappointed, a single word escapes your now eternally cold lips.
"Dead…?" is all you manage to whisper.
The woman emits a soft laughter, amused by the effort you put into your monosyllabic speech.
"That counts as 'yes', I would believe. After several dozen of failures, I finally managed to get my hands onto something good, at last," she exhales, a corrupted sort of happiness blossoming on her face.
The Necromanceress starts moving towards you, with surprising speed. In just few steps, she stands towering over you, her figure frighteningly tall and imposing.