Water. She could hear it flow around her and the cold streams of it ripple over her back. She could feel the pressure over her chest, and her back. All of her body felt like it was under the pressure of water. Ice cold and painful water. 
At first it had been soothing, the water. But after a while it had changed. The cool water turned into icy waters. She started shivering more and more to the point that she could not control it. She desperately tried to fight the icy waters and her shivering, but her body didn't move. Her breaths became more and more shallow and rapid as the stream of water started to roar with life, more and more like that of a river. Soon the river overwhelmed her with roars, voices echoing behind it like it was screeching for souls as it battered her body. 

Suddenly the ice cold flood turned to a boiling hot one. The voices amplified and she could feel pins and needles combined with the scorching pain of burns. She clenched her teeth together biting back a scream of agony as her body started to move to her will. It was only slightly, barely noticable, but she did, and as she did pains shot through her arms and up through her chest. And as it did, she awoke, shooting up from her lying position into a sitting one, her eyes wide in shock. She gasped for air as the roar of the river turned louder and morphed into a voices, voices all around her. 

She looked around and saw figures. She could feel herself moving yet she wasn't the one moving herself along. A sense of panic shot through her and every fiber of her body urged her to fight or flight. She had to take action. Immediately she bit down on whoever was carrying her, hoping that the action would make the kidnapper drop her and attempted to dash away from the group.