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The sound of high heels loudly echoing against concrete woke Adora up. Her eyes squeezed shut despite the footsteps approaching- her head throbbed. She took a tiny peek at her surroundings and was met with confusion; she didn't recognise where she was. It looked like an abandoned warehouse; lit by beams of sunlight coming in from windows up high. It was empty apart from the couch in front of her. She barely remembered getting the villagers to safety, even after getting shot at multiple times (thank god for bullet proof vests), but the rest felt like a blur. The bruises felt heavy on her chest,
The sudden sound of a gun cocking snapped Adora out of her haze. She jolted for her gun she kept in her pocket but her hands were cuffed to a metal chair, along with the rest of her body. The cold barrel of the gun pressed to the back of Adora's head,
"Hey Adora,"
Adora's stomach flipped and she immediately stiffened against the chair, recognising that raspy, irritating, smug and attractive voice
"Untie me, Catra!" She shrieked, pulling against the cuffs. Adora’s blonde thin hair that was usually pulled back into a tight ponytail was now curling around her shoulder’s messily. Catra let out a high pitched giggle, cynical as always
"Does that work for the girls who tie you to your bed,"
"Fuck off," Adora seethed; leave it to Catra to make scandalous jokes about Adora.
"Oh baby," She smiled, shoving the gun to her head with more pressure, "you forget there's a gun to your head?" She stopped thrashing against the restraints, but tugged them as taut as they could go,
"How'd I even get here?" Adora gritted out. She couldn't remember much.
"Knocked you out on your way back," Catra said, twirling a lock of Adora's blonde hair, "so naive of you. Usually you’re better than this," Catra teased, her breath heavy in Adora’s ear,
"What do you want from me?” Adora hissed through gritted teeth,
"Just the Rebellion’s plans, then I'll let you free," Catra purred, finally walking around to the front of the chair. Adora looked Catra up and down, looking at the latex red turtleneck that left her arms exposed, her black painted nails and her ears twitching impatiently as her tail lashed curiously. Her once long mane had been cut short and slicked back- her hair curling around . The edge of Adora's lip twitched up,
"You wish," Adora smirked, smugger then someone tied up probably should be. She expected to catch Catra of guard, but Catra just leaned over Adora, right next to her ear,
"Don't say I didn't warn you, you have 24 hours to tell me, then you're dead" Catra whispered, Adora stiffening. Catra made a long and dramatic exit out of the warehouse, leaving Adora tied to the chair.