To the rescue
Mar'i sat slumped in the small cell that she'd been locked in for...how long was it now? Several weeks? Several months? The days blurred together, and she couldn't even tell the night from the day anymore.
She was chained to a post, her arms and legs bound so that she could not fire her starbolts and break free.
Oh, what she would do to the guards if she only could....
There were some days, after the torment that she put through by her aunt and the guards, that she almost gave up hope on her brother ever coming to rescue her. But she never did. If there was anything that her mother taught her about Earth, it was that she could always rely on her heroes. Who knew, maybe her father would hear and come to rescue her.
But for right now, she was too tired. She wanted so badly to sleep...but couldn't. The guards would come in when she did. Have their way with her.
She heard a disturbance down the hall. The guards were probably fighting again. They normally did, when things got restless.
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