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Whump: quick scene 4

She woke with the violent lurch of her shoulder slamming into something hard and cold that clanged loudly and set her ears ringing. She felt the bruise forming already and she gasped with pain, but before she could get her bearings she was rolling back the other direction. This time her momentum was halted not by a barrier, but by the unyielding chains connecting her manacled wrists to a metal hook set into the floor. Her stomach churned and she heaved, but nothing came up. Head pounding, she groaned and dragged herself from the floorboards up to her knees, squinting as her surroundings came into focus in the uneven light.

A ship. She was on a ship. Correction: she was in the brig of a ship. And as she peered through the bars to better gage her surroundings, she realized that she was not alone.

“Welcome back, little thief,” said a deep, rasping voice through the shadows. “You picked the wrong mark this time. Out here, on the water? It’s rare to get a new plaything. Yet, here you are.”

A temor ran through her as he paused and took a step towards the bars. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”