Captured
Oddly, Elena never once feared for her life during the battle. Once Jenova's head had been passed up to the helicopter, her thoughts centred between 'Oh, great. First Wutai, now this. If I keep this up, I'll end up a regular damsel in distress' and the old Turk favourite, 'God, I need a drink.' Later, she believed she had held her own while fighting, judging by the burns and bloody holes in Loz, but had very little memory of the actual fight. Eventually, in any case, he got close enough to use his electric stunner, and that was that.
When she woke up, she was in the City of the Ancients, totally naked and tied to a rack. Kadaj and co. spent the rest of the day beating her up and screaming "Where's Mother!?" at her till they were hoarse. At the end of the day, they threw her into a cell with Tseng and gave up in disgust. It was odd. She'd been trained in basic torture, and knew a bit about it. There were generally two types of torturer, Artists and Thugs. Artists could cause an unbelievable amount of pain without leaving a mark, but you could rely on them not to kill you by mistake. Thugs just beat you up, tearing off limbs if necessary. Kadaj and co. went about things the right way, taking their clothes and torturing them in front of each other to make the other cooperate, but hen it came to actual torture they just beat you up normally. On the other hand, she still had all teeth, limbs, eyes, and nails. So did Tseng, as far as she could tell.
Normally, she would be frantic with embarrassment at this point, but pain was not conducive to chagrin. Nor was cold, and as the Ancient City was only just below the snowline and the Ancients had had yet to master the dynamics of The Door, their cell was draughty, an iron gate hastily installed by their captors recently their barrier to escape. All of which made her climb under their cell's single blanket without a second thought, glad of somebody else's warmth.
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This is just some random thing I was thinking about. Enjoy.