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"It's too late!" The man gave a crazed laugh.
"Shit!" I scream, blinded by the smoke, my hands spread out on the floor looking for anything I can use for a weapon. I hear shouts in the distance, and several hands grab at my shirt and arms. Six pairs of hands push me down and bring my arms behind my back. Someone grabs hold of my hair and slams my head to the concrete floor. He lifts my head again, and I snarl at a long-nosed boy as if I was a wild rabid animal. He jerks back and slams my head back down. I feel my skin split, and blood runs down my face. The man bangs my head again and again until I force my body to go limp.
"She's good!" The man holding my head calls and I feel the flesh of my skin begin to burn from the silver cuffs they are forcing on me.
One, two, three, four, I keep counting, my head about to explode from the pain, eleven, twelve, thirteen. The shackles were reaching up to my elbows and burning the skin they touched.
"Are thirteen handcuff necessary?" A woman asked behind me, I could hear sympathy running in her voice, but she does nothing to stop the burning.
"You clearly don't know her if you're asking that." Another woman grumbled her voice cold and jeering. I feel someone turn me over, and my head rolls to the side for dramatic effects.
"Are you sure you didn't kill her?" The lady's cold voice broke through after a while of them staring at me.
"She's breathing." A man grumbled defensively, and I hear a smack.
"OW! What the hell was that for?" The man yelled
"For being an idiot, J! The girl is barely breathing!" Another man yelled.
How many people are in this damn room! Ulrica screamed in my head.
"Let's see you take down a Blood Wolf!" The man, known as J yells back, pride evident in his voice.
OHH, let me show him what a real fight with us is like! Ulrica growled jumping up and down on my already pounding head.
Not in here... I mumble trying not to pass out, and I feel Ulrica's anger and disappointment... But soon I finish, and Ulrica gives a throaty wolf laugh.
"Whatever," someone muttered, "Let's move!" The person ordered and I feel someone grab me by the shirt and throw me over a hard muscled shoulder, the force knocking the breath from my lungs. My body goes limp swaying back and forth when he walked, like a broken doll but everything inside me wanted nothing more than to rip these cuffs apart and destroy these assholes. In the background, I hear struggling.
"LET GO OF ME! I GAVE YOU WHAT YOU WANTED!" The old man screams, and I hear flesh hit the cement and then silence before I was hauled out of the room. My whole body hurt, my head was screaming in agony as it processed the burning flesh of my wrists. I squeezed my eyes trying and failing to distract myself. The person holding me adjusts his grip on me, and it takes everything within me, not to whimper in agony.
Fight it! Ulrica urges me as she begins to lend me her strength, her power rush towards me, silencing my pain for a couple of seconds...it's enough.
Enough to hear the chaos imploding around me. Screams and begging fill the air, and the smell of copper and iron assault my nose. I open my eyes a little looking through my lashes at the stone cobble running dark red with blood. I dare not lift my head when boots marching in unison fill my vision. But I could still hear the fighting and yelling of the victims and each cry for help tore another piece of my heart. The jostling of the man climbing the stairs made my head swing from side to side and for a split second, I see a tiny hand reach towards us before falling limply to the ground, dead.
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