Biana sat there. "Awaiting instruction" or whatever. Her back was rigid and the glowing cuffs that encased her wrists stung like crazy. Biana wanted to prove she wasn't just a "no good traitor Vacker" but she was running out of ideas. 

She knew one thing. Once she made it out of this dreadful cell she would make Glimmer pay for the bonds that stopped her from moving. The bonds that controlled her like a mindless robot. Biana swore she could her footsteps. Coming closer. 

But no. Nobody came. She was on her own. Biana shut her eye's tight. She was wearing a wore down black tunic, no sleeves with black leggings. Sooooo out of style. Her perfect chocolate brown hair was hanging around her shoulders. 

Biana wanted to lie on the cold floor of the cell and stare at the fizzing light on the ceiling. It went on and off. On and off. On and off. Until it stayed off. And so did Biana. Just like the fizzling lamp Biana's eyelids flittered open and closed until they stayed shut.

shut........

empty......

closed..........

A/N: The drama peeps! 

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