Am I the villain?
Who's the villain now?
Then they tore the black sack off her head and the blazing light from the one and only lamp on the centre of the ceiling blinded her, hurt her. She closed her eyes for a moment, blinked awhile, and slowly her eyes began to adjust to the lighting. She had no idea where the heck they had taken her, but what she did know was that all this was totally unfair and, in a way, not exactly humane. Okay, fine, she'd been breaking the law a little bit, but that surely didn't give those bastards the right to treat her so bad, did it?
Her hands were tied to the back of the chair, and it hurt her shoulders. She could sit like that for a while, but she had been sitting like this for over an hour now and she simply couldn't take it anymore. She winced, and the two soldiers inside the room saw it, but they didn't seem to give a damn.
"Where have you taken me?" Shannon hissed. "Where? And what is this? You gonna torture me or something? Just because I wouldn't talk straight away? I got rights, you know!" She spat, right in front of the boots of the soldier closest to her. "If you assholes think this is going to make me respect you more, then you're horribly wrong, jackass! Gosh, it only makes me hate you Hutt freaks even more!"
They had taken her guns, they had taken her coat, they had taken her knives and hell, they had even taken her hat! And now the pretty Morellian lady sat there on that wooden chair, in the middle of an intensely lit, empty room and by the looks of it no way to break free. She was angry and felt like crap, and had no idea what these people wanted from her. And so she sat there, with her messed up, long, red hair; her white, sleeveless shirt; her belt with empty holsters; her jeans and her black boots and her black gloves.
And yet there was a bright spot, and it wasn't the lamp.
It was the lock-pick hidden inside her right glove.
Those Hutts had no idea...
Who's the villain now?
Then they tore the black sack off her head and the blazing light from the one and only lamp on the centre of the ceiling blinded her, hurt her. She closed her eyes for a moment, blinked awhile, and slowly her eyes began to adjust to the lighting. She had no idea where the heck they had taken her, but what she did know was that all this was totally unfair and, in a way, not exactly humane. Okay, fine, she'd been breaking the law a little bit, but that surely didn't give those bastards the right to treat her so bad, did it?
Her hands were tied to the back of the chair, and it hurt her shoulders. She could sit like that for a while, but she had been sitting like this for over an hour now and she simply couldn't take it anymore. She winced, and the two soldiers inside the room saw it, but they didn't seem to give a damn.
"Where have you taken me?" Shannon hissed. "Where? And what is this? You gonna torture me or something? Just because I wouldn't talk straight away? I got rights, you know!" She spat, right in front of the boots of the soldier closest to her. "If you assholes think this is going to make me respect you more, then you're horribly wrong, jackass! Gosh, it only makes me hate you Hutt freaks even more!"
They had taken her guns, they had taken her coat, they had taken her knives and hell, they had even taken her hat! And now the pretty Morellian lady sat there on that wooden chair, in the middle of an intensely lit, empty room and by the looks of it no way to break free. She was angry and felt like crap, and had no idea what these people wanted from her. And so she sat there, with her messed up, long, red hair; her white, sleeveless shirt; her belt with empty holsters; her jeans and her black boots and her black gloves.
And yet there was a bright spot, and it wasn't the lamp.
It was the lock-pick hidden inside her right glove.
Those Hutts had no idea...