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Slowly regaining consciousness, Theo stirred on the rough hay bed. Every inch of her body screamed in pain as she tried to piece together how she ended up here.
"How did it come to this?" she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper.
Memories flooded back, a jumbled mess of images and sounds. The raid she had suggested, the unexpected counter-attack, her comrades falling one by one in the horrible aftermath of a failed raid to steal from you and his colony. Then the feeling of cold, metallic handcuffs snapping onto her wrists and the rough handling that followed.
Her gaze wandered around the room, her heart sinking as she noted the multitude of empty beds around her. She was alone in what appeared to be a makeshift prison, with nothing but the dull echo of her own ragged breathing to keep her company.
She winced as she tried to move, sharp stabs of pain shooting up her spine. Her eyes welled up with tears, not just from the physical pain, but also the emotional trauma of losing her team and being captured by you.
"He won," Theo choked out, her voice laced with bitterness and regret. "He really won."
She felt a wave of despair wash over her. Yet amidst the hopelessness, a flicker of determination ignited within her. She had survived, and that meant she had a chance. A chance to escape, to avenge her comrades, and to fight another day.
"I will get out of here," she vowed, her voice barely audible yet brimming with determination. "I have to."
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