"Never go back on your threat."
Dusk ignored the woman. She had no idea what had happened, or what Dusk had done. That was when the woman practically flew at the guards, the shooting increased, and Dusk cried out as one grazed her shoulder. Momentarily distracted, Dusk didn't notice as the first guard grabbed her. A few seconds later another pair of rough hands latched onto her arms. She gave up. They dragged her roughly to a cell, and threw her in.
She stumbled forward, before crawling to the corner, laying her head on the cold bricks. There was no point in even bothering to escape. She could hear as struggle as the woman was dragged into the cell next to hers.
She glanced at her shoulder, it was bleeding, though that was nothing new and after the torture and punishment she barely noticed the pain. The bullet had flown straight past, not damaging anything too severely.
Dusk curled herself up in the corner, her knees pulled up to her chest.