Chapter Two~ Find the Will to Fight

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"We're living in a dirty world,

Might as well get dirty girl"

Listen to the song  safe and sound Taylor Swift and The Civil Wars

"Get up!" I faintly heard while sleeping, I stirred slightly but didn't move.

I woke up startled when my arm was pulled upward throwing my small frame up in the air like a rag doll. "Are you deaf you little bitch?" he said so close to my face I could smell his putrid breath and see his yellow teeth.

I said nothing, like I said I was broken. I had sat in this cell for what must have been months, the only time I left were for my regularly scheduled beatings.

"Todays the day you have been waiting for dog", I growled in my head, how dare he call me that. I was no dog. But I didn't say anything, I was mute, expressionless, void of any emotion other than anger.

"Don't you want to know what today is dog?", he continued to drag my body as I tried to gain my footing, so my flesh would stop dragging on the jagged floor.

"Todays the ranking. You are one step closer to death. There's no way you will rank high enough to stay in" he chuckled "and guess who gets to kill you" he mocked in a taunting voice.

I didn't care at this point; I knew my family was no more. Even if I did survive this what would I do. Death would be easier; I would be at peace.

The wolf opened the door and it was full of women like me dirty, beaten, malnourished. He dropped me on the floor and walked out. I just stayed there crumpled on the floor. More girls were brought in after me, there must have been forty of us. They were my neighbors and classmates but not a word was spoken between any of us.

Finally, once all of us were here a team of women shuffled in, hard cold faces staring down at us. "We will be preparing you for the ranking today. The less you fight it the easier it will be for you" she sneered. "We will call your name when it is your turn."

I waited for about an hour when my name was called "La'ree Montgomery", I slowly pulled myself off the floor knowing my body couldn't take another beating. My joints and muscles screamed at me to stop moving but I ignored it and made my way to the girl who called my name.

She had short strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and a small frame. Her eyes were hard, she grabbed my arm and pulled me roughly. We made our way to a room, it was all white with a shower, a mirror, makeup supplies, and a rack of dresses. The woman closed the door and let go of me. After the door was closed and locked, she turned and looked at me, "I'm sorry"

I stared at her for a moment, not comprehending the words coming from her mouth.

" I really am sorry, it's protocol for us to be so cold." That's when I saw her eyes softening with concern. I still didn't say a word.

She guided me to the shower and told me to undress, but I stood still. I was frozen I couldn't move couldn't whisper out a word. All I could do is stare at her kind eyes. She sighed and started removing my clothes and I allowed her to. Once I was undressed, she started the warm water and I felt my skin relax, my muscles unwind, the grease of my hair washing away.

"Can you bathe yourself?" she said concerned. I nodded my head and moved back so the water would engulf my head completely. The way the water washed over me it made me feel almost human again. I started to wash myself taking my time knowing that this feeling of peace wouldn't last forever.

"La'ree.... La'ree we have to get started with everything else. She turned the water off and covered me with a towel guiding me to a chair in front of a mirror,

She started brushing my hair and I avoided looking in the mirror, I didn't want to see myself because I knew it wouldn't be the me, I was so used to seeing.

" I can't imagine what you are feeling right now, of the horrors you have been going through the past few months, but you need to fight. All those women are not going to care if you die, so you need to care if you die." I still didn't look up or speak. "I have been doing this for years, I see woman after woman and none of them were like you. They begged for my help, or they were callous and happy this was happening. You are indifferent and I believe that will help you." she continued to do my hair and then my makeup neither of us saying a word.

"I'm finished." she whispered. I didn't look into the mirror after she said she was done, I continued to stare at my hands in my lap. The woman went to lift my chin and I flinched away, but she continued and moved my head to look in the mirror. "You need to look at yourself, you need to fight and if not for your life for everybody else, every other woman that is also going through this. I can tell you are strong, I can feel it, but you are hiding. You need to stop hiding."

I looked up at myself, I looked the same as before the long black hair, the pink pouting lips, strong cheekbones, light ice blue eyes. The eyes were empty void of emotion nothing behind them. Looking into those eyes, the eyes that used to be so full of life and promise made me angry. Angry about everything that was taken from me, the future I could have had.

The ice blue eyes changed from empty too angry, that's when the woman spoke again. "There you go La'ree, let's get you dressed." I got up and moved over to the clothing rack. The woman shuffled through the dresses until I stopped her, "That one" I pointed.

She smiled at me, "I think so too"

It was a long flowy reddress. It had a high slit on one side and swooped down low showing my cleavage. I thought it was weird for them to dress us like this but if they were, I was going to play along, I was going to fight. I was going to fight not for me, not for the other women, but for my family that missed out on their own futures.

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