The girl with no name

-Chapter 8: Obey-

You son of a-

My first thought when I woke up. It continued rambling on and it added to the pain that echoed in my skull. I clamp my hand over the bruise I knew was forming. I curse loudly and something moves and I know I’m not alone.

   “Hello there girly. You ready?”

    I peer up at the guy. He was wearing dark sunglasses and a pair of cutoff jeans. He reeked of alcohol. I back up against the wall, that familiar tingling of the feeling that I was going to get raped. Again. He advances on me and his grin swirls into a leer. “Tell me you’re one of those fighters. I enjoy it rough.”

   A shudder of fear goes through me.

No Master. You can kill him. I can help you.

  But I don’t kill!

It is easy after the first time. I have been here before. So have you.

What?

   The time I took talking with Project Y gave the man enough time to grab me roughly, turn me around and presses me harshly against the wall. I turned my head to the side to breathe. He leans against me and mutters under his breath, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

   “No…” I whimper. No. Not again. A flicker of fire starts in the pit of my stomach and fury rose with it. No one was ever going to hurt me again. As that statement crossed my mind, I realize that he was slightly off balance. I abruptly push up and back. He obviously didn’t expect it. The man backs up quickly, letting me go, and grunts. I turn around with my teeth bared and my eyes accusing. I straighten up when I see the man on the ground with a knife sticking out of his back, blood still oozing out.

    “You could have let her take care of Jack,” a voice says from the darkness. “I wanted to see his throat ripped out for quite some time now.”

   I snarl, “Show yourselves!” I somersault forward and grab the knife from Jack’s lifeless body. Project Y shudders in delight at the sight of the man.

  A shadow moves and shows a man with his arms raised in a defensive position. “We ain’t goin’ hurt you none.”

   “I suggest you put the knife down, sweetheart,” the first man speaks up. “We know where your friends are being held. Unless you want harm to come to them…”

   I growl but drop the knife. The second man gulps loudly, “Uh, Harold, do ya think we shoulda taken the chains off her?”

    “No.”

“Then why did ya tell me to?!”

       “It adds to the fun, don’t you think?”

“No! Why am I always the one that has to handle the things?”

    Project Y snarls at him from the ‘thing’ comment. The second man steps back further into the shadows. “I don’t mean any offence!”

      “Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” the first man explains menacingly. I bark out a dry laugh; he thinks he has me scared? I’ve been through worse. He throws a pair of metal chains and they land in front of me in a clatter.

    “Why?” I challenge.

“I can get Mali to make you, if you prefer that.”

      “Screw you,” my voice is filled with venom. “If you want me in chains, then come and do it yourself, big boy.”

     I anger him. His face twists in fury. Project Y is eager for him to step forward. She wants him to step forward.

   I shift from one foot to the other. “C’mon; you don’t want to fight me? Why don’t you?” I get closer to him. He doesn’t move although his expression falters. “You know me, don’t you? You know what I can do. Why don’t you put these chains on a helpless innocent girl?” I throw the shackles to him and hold out my hands. “Go ahead. Cuff me.”

     His eyebrow perks up, “Helpless? Maybe." quickly he fastens the handcuffs on my wrists. “I smirk.

     “Walk,” he orders me, kicking me behind my kneecaps. I start walking down the darkened corridor. I called him out and he knew he had shown weakness. I grin, baring my teeth at him and his partner who walked alongside the opposite wall.

   “What?” I challenge. “Are you afraid of me?”

The man said nothing.

      “Get in there,” Harold shoves me into the next room. To me it looked like a small replica of the Coliseum from back in its time. The stands were filled with people I’ve never seen before and the crowd was mostly consisted of men. Down where I was, there were metal bars surrounding the lowest region in the Coliseum…room…thing.

     I snap the chains in half over my raised knee. All the people were screaming and yelling things about a fight. I avert my gaze and snarl loudly at Mali, who stood right outside the cage.

    “Hello princess.” He smirks. “Having fun?”

“Oh, yeah; just TONS of fun!” I hiss sarcastically.

   “Well, you’re about to have a plethora of fun,” he sits next to a man in a dark suit. “Bring them out,” Mali orders someone near the cage. Another man walks out from the other side and throws Anexi into the ring. She was bound hand and foot and little thin cuts slowly started healing around her body. Even so blood continued to stain her body and clothes.

   “Nex!” I cry out.

She gasps from pain, “Damn…you,” she mouths to Mali, who was just sitting there watching us with a smirk. Project Y’s emotions were boiling up to the surface and boy, was she angry. No, scratch that. “Angry” didn’t cover it. She felt betrayed and I knew that she had no one else to blame but herself.

     But it wasn’t just Anexi. Two other men dragged in Axel and Richard. They were in the same condition that she was in- broken and battered. Axel turns his head slightly to Nex and whispers something. Richard glares at me and I shrink back. What the hell?

     “You kissed him,” he said flatly. Even with him on the other side of the room I could hear his words clearly as if they were spoken softly in my ear. In my chest I felt a painful tug and I clutch my stomach. It hurt- those three little words stung painfully. Then my own anger rose and I snap back, “It wasn’t me.”

   This only irks Rich more; I could see it in his eyes.

“Well, Sarah, I should welcome you. I should have really thanked you for turning yourself in so easily. Staying at a workers’ house helped us a whole lot on locating you.” Mali smiles and stands up while giving his little speech. “Of course, we also had three others that can’t be let loose and telling everyone about you and this government facility. That’s where you will come in.”

   He reaches into a small box and pulls out a small gleaming dagger. He tosses it through the bars and it lands with a clang in front of me.

    “Have fun, princess.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out that dammed remote.

“What do you think you’re going to do with that?” I yell.

       “Oh, just a little killing is all.” He smirks. “You of all people should be used to it.” He presses the button. “You see your little friends there on their knees? They have to be executed. Go ahead Sarah. Do it.”

    My panted breath quickens as my hand grabs the knife against my will. The pressure of obeying threatened to crush me if I didn’t obey. I had to obey; Project Y had to obey. I could feel her struggling against the will as well. I turned to my friends. Each face showed fear and fury.

      “Kill them,” Mali’s voice echoes throughout the room. I painfully take a step forward.

“Kill them!”