I srtuggled against the binds of my chair. Without any rocks, my powers weren't any good.
"Crud," I said, trying to pull my arms out of the metal clamps. But, as you can guess, my arms didn't budge.
I stopped struggling for a second, trying to think of something, anything. I looked over the chair. It was made of wood, with the metal clamps holding down my arms and legs, and holding me against the chair. Maybe I can break the wood, I thought to myself. I arched my back in the chair, which made it rock back and forth. Not a good thing. After a few seconds of rocking the chair finally tipped over, my head banging against the back. I clenched my teeth. That hurt.
"That won't do you any good, luv," a voice said. A man with red hair and rectangular glasses stepped in front of me. "Won't do you any good at'tol," he said again.
"Gee, thanks for the help, Mad Mod," I said, a headache starting in the back of my head. This room was too white.
"Sorry I couldn't be more help," Mad Mod said. "But you see, I need you in that chair. I can't have you running around, messin' wit my plans, now can I?" He smiled. "Uncle Moddy has big plans for you, Terra."
I hate it when the bad guys have big plans for me.