[she could almost hear the huntsman scolding her for being such easy prey. And in truth she's scolding herself, because she should have been better prepared. She tried to fight but in the end it didn't even matter because she was still caught.
She was still here, in a dark cold place not so different from her tower. The cold prison bars were all too familiar to her touch. She isn't alone this time, but she still feels that dark loneliness.
This time she still has the knife the huntsman gave her. As a weapon it didn't do her justice, but perhaps she could pick the lock... She had to try, because she knew Chris was probably worrying himself sick about her welfare]
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She was still here, in a dark cold place not so different from her tower. The cold prison bars were all too familiar to her touch. She isn't alone this time, but she still feels that dark loneliness.
This time she still has the knife the huntsman gave her. As a weapon it didn't do her justice, but perhaps she could pick the lock... She had to try, because she knew Chris was probably worrying himself sick about her welfare]