Organization IV

Maxsodin flinched as the bag was taken off her head. She squinted furiously at the bright light that filled the room.
Panic struck hard in her head, making her light-headed.
"Max!" She jumped at the voice, her eyes slowly becoming accustom to the light.
It was Nexan. She was giving her a funny look. Something like confusion, wariness and... and something else.
"What happened?" Nexan's voice was soothing now, but Maxsodin payed no attention.
She recognized this room. Some spark of remembrance kindled in her head.
Why was she in the interrogation room?
She stared at her hands. The jagged cut stared back at her. And a pair of special handcuffs, designed to cut off the power from reaching her hands.
She wiggled her fingers, and looked up at Nexan.
The question was clear in her eyes, but Nexan didn't answer.
"What happened?" she repeated again, a bit more firmly this time.
Maxsodin looked around, still blinking in the light.
"I... don't... know..." she muttered, her voice becoming more and more straggled with every word.
She began gulping in air, and found that to be a hard task as well.
"Max?" Nexan tried to get a good look at her face, but she kept it hidden.
"Look at me." It wasn't a harsh demand, not by any means.
Maxsodin looked up at Nexan, panic dancing in her wide eyes. She hadn't realized how weak she'd become, how much control the Darkness had over her.
Nexan stared at her for a minute, comprehending what she saw there.
"I'll be back." she said turning from Maxsodin.
"Soon," she added, sensing the ever increasing panic in her friend.
And with that, she was gone.