Blinding white lights emitted from each angle of the room. Esme squinted, feeling the light burn daggers into her retinas, as her eyelids decidedly peered open- halfway. She immediately closed them again, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block the extra light that seemed to act as a force of restriction from where she was held. Her body remained still against a firm structure of a piece of furniture as she was forced to sit upright. Although there was a line of balance, she could feel her body sway from distraught- or perhaps it was just from the emptiness that had broken upon her head, making her feel a wave of unwelcomed dizziness. Deciding on taking another chance, she blinked once. The light clashed with her sight, but she fought against it, blinking once more.