This is a rework of a sketch I had a couple years ago. This dream I had days before, came back to me with many more details.
When I came to approach her, she didn't seem like herself, her eyes not able to focus on anything, nor was she able to speak coherently. Whoever had done this had put her on some heavy medications to dull her senses after knocking her around. ...Perhaps a bit far on both.
But I can't ever recall any sort of rescue. Perhaps it's because, in her mind, maybe mine, that she was never freed?

Rachel "Sonar" Gates (C)  prdarkfox