The vortex mercilessly spit her up, causing Veronika's helpless body to tumble into a pile of rubble and dust like an old ragdoll. She barely managed to catch herself just enough to prevent her head splitting open on one of the sharp rocks. Curled in an odd position, she was in terror, not being able to think or process anything. 
Blinking a couple of times, she slowly took in her surroundings. Stone, walls, bricks, dirt... hole in the sky that she just managed to catch a glimpse of before it vanished into thin air, giving the sick impression that there was never really anything there. She felt herself panic. Her breathing was getting more and more rapid as her mind buzzed with questions. Suddenly, someone spoke.

Startled by an unknown voice, she jumped with a yelp, her horrified eyes staring at its source. In the dim light she could make out a few features that looked a bit familiar, but her brain did not feel like digging around the memory for more. 

"W-who are you?" She tried saying, but the voice barely coming from her clenched throat sounded more like ghastly whispering. In a panic, she attempted to lift herself up on the crumbled pillar behind her, her movements brisk and disoriented, as if her hands were desperately looking for some sort of support. She tried standing but could only half do so, leaning back against the ruins behind to steady her shivering body. "Where am I? If this is s-some skick- I mean, sick kidnapping technique I-I- I will-!" Her dry voice grew louder, but she couldn’t stop it from shaking and cracking in several places. Tears she was holding down threatened to break free, so she had to stop mid-sentence and instead just glare at the figure with a mix of hostility and fear.