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Thoughts: Italicized

Pain.

There was pain like she'd never felt before.

Darkness.

She didn't know where she was. She remembered fear, anger, a heart-wrenching sadness, and then adrenaline. She had been chasing someone, something. Or maybe she had been the one that was being chased. She remembered seeing faces, lots of faces.

An ambush.

She and some people had come to talk about something, something important but had walked into an ambush.

She didn't remember anything after the faces, only a sharp pain in her back.

The pain was becoming worse now as she was becoming conscience. She heard voices around her and she realized she was sitting on hard cement. She tried to move her arms but couldn't. With a sudden burst of clarity, she realized that she was chained up.

She heard the voices again and tried to listen.

"Don't do anything more. I want her awake".

"Yes, my Lord".

Suddenly she felt extremely tired. As she drifted back into the darkness, she had a single thought.

'This is not good'.

Authors Note: I know it's short but it's supposed to be that way.