TAMED

CHAPTER 1: THROUGH THE VEINS

{Three years later.}

Cold.

Both inside and out.

Hm...Cold.

What a strange word. Refreshing yet deadly. Familiar however unusual. Inviting yet frightening.

Engulfing me into an uncomfortable grip. The breeze, the temperature as cold as ice held me in its clutches. The wind rough and vigorous against my exposed limbs and face, I shouldn't be able to endure this. Surrounded by darkness, but conscious enough to know I am alive. Well, alive enough at least. My eyes are closed, but there was this sensation, way too familiar, as I lay motionless against hard steel.

Lame excuse for a floor.

Arms? Numb. Legs? Mangled - too painful to ignore, but the least of my problems. I lay disheveled on the ground, left feeling like my mind was detached from my body.

My eyes, I can't even open them

How bothersome.

Don't misunderstand. Normally you'd think this is some start to a nightmare that was formed by traumatising events or some coma that I was close to escaping. But alas, i'm not waking up from sleep. I was rendered unconscious. We all were. You know, to take part in their game. A nightmare relived numerous amount of times, getting worse and unbearable as the 'game' continues. A thrilling movie for some; a death sentence for others.

For me? A complete and useless waste of my time.

The memories that led up to this moment are nothing but a blur restricted in the back of my mind. Probably an effect of the drugs that were meticulously inserted below our left temple across from the left ear. I knew where I was and I knew who I was with. People whose names weren't worth remembering when their tomorrow wasn't guaranteed.

Suddenly, a feeling shot right through my body that told me to get up. I don't know why, but it was the only thought going through my head. If I could just open my eyes...

Another whip of air lashed across my face and up my nostrils, sending deadly chills, that I rarely let bother me, down my spine. A rawness that was not foreign to our bodies. The lash of air caused my senses to work overtime, re-painting memories and clearing my mind of any hazeyness that had previously been felt. This scent. The scent of death. Death in its living form. It was essential to get up.

It's all coming back, slowly but gradually. Instead of trying to overwork my brain for something it was not yet ready for, I forced my eyes open taking in the site before me.

Here we go again. I thought as I lazily blinked my eyes. My head was turnt to my left facing the ingot gate. PORT Z-7. Fifty-two ft in height and sixty ft in width. It looked as tho it was lifted while we were 'asleep' and left wide open, displaying a crystal white landscape. Something I had seen before, a memory too far gone to count the years.

Maybe...snow?

Guess their doing things differently this time. How bothersome.

I could feel an aching pain stretch from underneath my left ear to the centre of my back. Scanning the inside of the metal cage, I took in around fifty other women unconscious and unevenly spread out across the floor of the mouth of this...building. A few had gained consciousness and were sitting up already, confusion and wariness written all over their faces. I personally didn't understand the need to show emotion on your face, felt like a waste of energy. Maybe I was one of the few who couldn't be asked. Bothersome.

Their rags as well as mine, were still the same dull grey. Their bodies gaunt and pale, not in skin colour but from lack of food, water and the sun. Their hair scruffy and unkempt, some short others long. Not like we had time to dwell on it.