To the Yiga Hideout

It didn't take them long to restrain Urbosa. Her hands and feet were bound together at the wrists and ankles, they even took the liberty of gagging her after they got tired of her insults. Urbosa couldn't tell where they were taking her, as she was being carried over the largest one's shoulder like common luggage. But her best guess was that she was being taken to their hideout. The most highly protected stronghold in the desert, second only to Gerudo Town of course.

Though the sun was beginning to set, its heat no longer baking the desert, she could still feel the burning shame of humiliation. By now the immediate embarrassment that her nudity awoke had faded. But the shame of being captured in such a manner, and of being captured so easily, still brewed like an encroaching storm in her mind. Naked or not, she would take her **** on the Yiga for this.

After some time, the endless sands turned into grey stone, and Urbosa knew she was in the hideout. She hears a Yiga speak to her, the one who held the sickle to her throat. "Hope you get comfortable here, because you're never going to leave alive."