They throw her into a cell.

Urbosa hit the ground hard, unable to break her fall with her bound hands. By the time her vision focuses again the door to the cell is closed. She's trapped. By the very least, they had the courtesy of unbinding her feet, so she was able to move, not that she had anywhere to go. Her hands were still bound in front of her, and she was still naked. She shivered against the cold stone floor. Urbosa noted with no small amount of frustration that the door to her cell was made of relatively flimsy wood. Something she could break through easily had her hands not been bound.

Urbosa paced the length of her cell, her now dirty bare feet padding along the stone floor, until eventually she heard heavy footsteps approaching. Three masked Yiga approached her cell, two of them were well muscled and as tall as she was, they flanked the one in the middle who by the crown like pattern on their mask seemed to be the Yiga chief. The chief silently motioned towards her and the two brutes flanking them opened her cell. Before Urbosa could even fight back they grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head and against the opposite wall. She heard a click as her bindings were secured to the wall, leaving her in an extremely exposed position.

The two brutes stepped aside, allowing their leader to step into the cell. When they spoke, Urbosa could hear a woman's voice below the mask. "It is not so often us Yiga have such prestigious company." The chief sneered.

Urbosa spat in her face, well, mask. But the chief merely laughed. "Such fight in you, though that's to be expected from a chief of the Gerudo. Worry not, that will be gone soon enough." Urbosa remained silent, not wanting to give her enemy the satisfaction of getting her to speak. "Right now what I'm trying to decide is what exactly to do with you." The chief tapped a finger on her mask, as if she were stroking her chin. "We could always ransom you, but that's painfully uninteresting and letting you go would eventually come back to bite us."

Urbosa grunted in disgust as the chief roughly groped one of her breasts, painfully kneading it in her hand. The chief chuckled to herself, "Just because you're our prisoner doesn't mean you get to live here rent free." She trailed a gloved hand down Urbosa's unprotected body before roughly grabbing her ass. "Until we decide what to do with you, we're going to put you to work."