The Poison in her Veins

Surviving

After first being introduced to Harry I realized that Mallard was lying when he said I would be safe and alone while I thought about my decision in joining the agency. Despite my silent pleas, Harry came into my room every day just to torment me. I spent every minute I had alone, practicing self-defense moves and training with the knives and arrows. In the short amount of time, I was able to teach myself to through the knives pretty close to the center of the target while I could hit the center every time with the arrows. If only they weren't extremely dull and I could use them on Harry. I was afraid that if I did hurt him though, the agency would do something even worse to me than locking me in a room with Harry.

The door slammed open with a thud and I craned my head up to the noise. The only thing I could hear was the thumping of my slow, dull heart, getting weaker every day I go up against Harry. I could now feel my ribs poking out of my skin from the lack of food and I practiced a few self-defense moves that my father had once taught me that have now become very useful. In the dark room, I faintly see the silhouette of a figure stumbling towards me. I push myself farther into the wall, hoping to blend in with the dark. Unfortunately, the smell of alcohol drifts into my nostrils as I make eye contact with those horrid brown ones that look especially menacing and black in the dark.

As if sensing my fear, Harry strikes his fist towards my face, sloppily hitting it, but hitting me hard enough to draw blood from my lip. Without letting me recover he punches me twice more so that I feel my head spinning. Roughly, I am lifted by my hair to my feet as his toxic breath breaths closer to my face. I cringe away and try to get out of his grasp, but he trains here so obviously it's no use. 

"You think you're fucking better than me, huh? I'll show you. Even my own shitty father chose you over me." I put on a blank face, trying not to show him my fear, even in the dark. Surprisingly, I have learned quite well how to mask my emotions in the past two weeks, which is really helpful when Harry comes around. I have no idea what he is rambling on about with his father and his involvement with me. With a frustrated yell he backhands my right cheek and I cough, spitting metallic blood to the floor. I feel his hands groping my chest and start to reach lower. I yell out and try to knee him, which only results in me getting punched in the gut, the wind leaving my lungs immediately.

As his hands start to reach beneath my shirt, I throw up to the side. He can torture me in any way but I wont let him do this. I don't care what the training will force me to do, but I have to get out of here. Harry roughly kisses my bloody lip and bites my lower lip, causing me to groan in pain. Out of the corner of my eye I see the red button that Mallard had told me to press when I was done in here. With a final ounce of energy I relax in Harry's grip, making him loosen his grip, before kicking him in the groin. He yells out and falls to the ground. I run to the button and press it, hearing a loud noise but Harry, who got up much faster than I had anticipated, pulls me to the ground. Pinning me down, he roughly tears at my shirt. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes and I struggle against him grip.