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A COUPLE OF MINUTES AGO you'd woken up to classical music blaring throughout this huge room full of beds and people dressed in matching tracksuits, which you were wearing also.
This is scary.
When you'd woken up you were entirely dressed differently and you were clean. The memory of that gas knocking you out in the van sends a shiver down your spine. You could only hope that these people at least weren't perverts.
The odd nature of other people waking up around you, checking their bodies in confusion made your head cloudy. You've sat here with your legs curled to your chest with a wary expression frozen onto your face but eventually, you'll need to get up.
"Guess I'll go look around..." you say, pondering on what this whole thing would be like.
When you make it to a lonely door on the left side of the room, your attention is snatched away by an altercation. "You little shit!" a smack echos throughout the room as the crowd gasped.
You mimic them and instantly shuffled your way into the circle, stretching your neck to see what the hell was going on. The sight of a short-haired woman crouched down with a bloody mouth made you fume. A nasty glare dawns on your face as you push the bystanders out of the way, stomping your way to the man throwing the frail woman around.
"Hey! how about you fuck with someone your own size huh" you pushed him harshly. He's momentarily taken aback by your ability to make him lose his balance in one try. You watch him stalk up to you with a confident grin plastered on his face, unfazed about his size and tattoos. "Who the hell are you?"
He's a complete coward.
Yeah sure, you don't know what she had done to him but from what you heard in his small rant, it sounded like she was more of a victim than he was.
Without turning your back to him, you look at the woman on the ground. Even though she got her mouth bloodied, she seems a bit nonchalant and handled it pretty well. She's tough, so you wouldn't need to baby her.
"067, get up" you sternly encouraged.
In a blink of an eye, your head whipped to the right with a stinging pain on your left cheek. Once again the crowd dramatically gasped and marveled at the commotion. Everything about this pissed you off.
When your head turns back, your eyes are sharp and blank, you've been fighting for who knows how long, this merely encourages you to break his ribs in front of everyone. But the sudden outburst of 456 rattling 067 like a rag doll snaps you back into the atmosphere.
Luckily, 101 steps in and hatches it out with 456.
Once you spare another glance at 067, she stands with barely any emotion, looking away from you and scrutinizing the two men arguing about her misdoings. You mentally kept note of how the thug reacted once he was accused of being the type of person to prey on women.
