A grown-up woman should never fall so easily
The last thing Sue remembered was the fight- Doom's fist crackling with energy, someone screaming, and then... Valeria. Had Valeria been there? Sue's heart seized a moment as fragments of that night surfaced: her daughter's voice, a force field, Doom breaking through. Valeria... she's tried to save her. She'd tried to intervene. Sue struggled to recall more before the memory slipped away like smoke, and she couldn't know whether Valeria had succeeded or failed, whether she'd been hurt or-
Oh god.
Sue forced herself upright, panic flaring. Doom wouldn't harm a child, would he? Not Valeria, his own goddaughter? Doubt crawled through her stomach. This was Doom. His kindness was fickle, fleeting, and if Valeria had interfered with his plans...
She took in her surroundings properly for the first time. The bed definitely antique, comfortable for a dungeon, at least. The walls were stone, hung with tapestries depicting Latverian history in threads of green and gold. There was a small window high above her, but she couldn't find a way to reach it. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood on trembling legs. The room was deceptively spacious, furnished with an almost theatrical gothic elegance. A heavy oak door stood across from her, banded with iron. No visible locks, but that meant nothing with Doom.
She moved toward the door, each step steadier than the last, her mind racing through contingencies. If Valeria was here, she'd find her. If she wasn't... Sue needed to find a way to contact the others, see if she was back home with them. Suddenly hit with a wave of nausea, her knees buckled and her body fell against the door, struggling to stay upright.
One thing was for certain; She wasn't going anywhere like this.