Please read part 1 and 2 in my earlier post. Feel free to add your ideas if you like. Thanks for reading.
"I miss you Z! You were the only person that I really could trust, not with my secrets but with my life. I could really use your help now." You cry.
You raise your head from your arms and tilt it back against the door, looking to the ceiling. That is when you notice a camera in the top corner of the room.
"That is how she knew I was awake." You say to yourself.
You walk over to the corner with the camera and stand directly under it, just staring. While looking at the camera, you hear something that captures your attention. It sounds like something or someone pounding on metal.
"Someone else is here?" You ask yourself as you walk to the door.
You place your ear to the steel door trying to listen.
"CAN SOMEONE HELP ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME? WHY AM I HERE?" Says the unknown female voice.
You notice that she does not have a accent and is speaking English so she has to be American.
"I am a Sergeant with the US Marine Corp. You cannot hold me here. Is anyone hearing me?" She screams.
Hearing this, you pull your head away from the door thinking to yourself.
"Could that have been what she wanted from the General? A list of all enlisted military personal? Is she just looking for specific criteria? But what did that have to do with me? I am not military." You question.
You cross your arms over your chest as you put your finger on your chin as you pace the floor, back and forth; thinking. You want to figure out what this lady is up too and before it is too late.
The metal window opens and a male voice speaks.
"Miss Jazebel Walker? Put your hands in the window." A strong male voice ordered.
Walking over to the door you ask, "What? How do you know my name?"
"I know everything about you Miss Walker." The waitress said. "If you want answers? Place your arms in the window and you will get them."
Hesitant, you do as your told and slowly insert your hands to the window. You hear metal clinking together and then you feel cold metal on your wrist and it closes around it. You had these on a few times and know what a pair of handcuffs feel like.
"Remove your hands from the window!" The male voice commands.
You remove your hands as the door unlocks, sliding back into the wall revealing a long corridor. The handcuffs you have on aren't just ordinary cuffs. They are Set with a special type of key with some type of radio wave that unlocks them, that only the waitress and the guards poses. So picking them is out of the question, she came prepared. You slowly walk to the exit as you look around noticing several armed guards and the waitress, the name you give her. You have never realized until now that she is an extremely beautiful woman who looks extremely wealthy.
"Why would she be doing this? She does not need money. Power maybe?" You think to yourself.
"Ladies, walk to the end of the corridor and enter the large room at the end." The waitress commanded.
"How many people do you have captive?" You ask.
"Questions, questions, questions. You are like a broken record you know that?" The waitress giggle her response. "You are a lot of things Miss Walker, but patient you are not."
"Patience in my line of work will get you killed, you should know that." You explain.
The waitress giggles her response. "I do know that but you are still alive, that is why you are here. You skills will come in handy for my business and pleasure." She licks her lips.
You enter the door way of the large room your eyes set upon a room filled with woman of all race, handcuff to chairs that are bolted to the floor.
"This can't be good." You think to yourself.
"Take a seat." The waitress said.
"SIT DOWN." She said again.
"Hit her." She said looking at one of the guards.
He then raises his arm, which is equipped with a keypad of some sort and he touches the screen when pain shots through body and you collapse to the floor.
She kneels by your shaking body and taunts, "You are wondering what just happened eh? Those shiny bracelets that you have on also produces 10,000 volts of electricity. If you disobey me? All I have to do is push a button or the guard has to, and you will have an electric orgasm. Trust me my dear, that is not the orgy you want to have." She says as she looks you up and down grinning. "Help her to the chair!"
The guards grab onto your arms and lift you like pillows and throw you in the chair and hold your feet in place, then the cuffs snap around your ankles. Your head is down against your chest, breathing heavily.
She walks over and bends over you, just inches from your face. She puts a finger under your chin and lifts your head to make eye contact and moves her finger. You have hatred in your eyes and they are glaring at her.
She giggles as she responds. "Where have I seen that look before? Oh yes, when I kicked your ass in Mexico? Was it not?" She whispers. "That will be our little secret? Yes?" Laughing.
This is when you snap. She is laughing in your face so you do the only thing you can do. You send a head butt, hard into her nose causing blood to gush from it.
She stumbles back, as the other woman giggle, holding her nose.
"You fucking cxnt! You shouldn't have done that. You are really going to hurt now." She said angrily.
You answer with a cocky remark. "Let me out of these cuffs bitch and let's see who hurts who?"
She laughs. "In due time my dear, in due time."
She pulls a handkerchief from her bag and wipes away the blood.
"Hit her again!" She orders. "Wait! Let me have the pleasure!" She smiles as she grasp the device firmly.
You gasp because you know what is about to transpire is not going to be good. She withdrawals a small cell phone like device from her inside leather jacket pocket and smirks as she pushes the button. Your eyes widen and head snaps back, as electricity races through you causing spasms. It only lasted for a second or two but it seemed like an eternity.
When it stops, Your head falls to your chest as your breathing heavy. You grasp the chair hard trying to regain your muscles.
She slowly walk up to you showing her dominance, bends done to whisper in your ear, "Was it good for you too?" Giggling, she turns away from you as you clinch your fist.
"LADIES! She shouts. "Look to me. Let her be an example as to what can happen if you disobey me. You are wondering why you are here and why you are captive? But first, I wish to tell you who I am. My name is Maya; the goddess of death, but you may call me your Hostess. As of now, this is going to be the last place you will ever see and these faces are the last you will ever see. I have traveled the world and gathered the best of the best. Marines, Survivalist, martial artist and my personal favorite; she winks at you, a spy. Watch it ladies, she is a real fire ball. I have hand selected the 32 of you to deal my business and my pleasure. You have no choice. If you try to resist? You will die. If you do not do as you are told? You will die. Kill or be killed? That is your job. Winner takes all. Miss Walker should know about that? Right, my dear? Thy pain is thy suffering, thy suffering is thy pleasure, thy pleasure is thy death?"
Through gritting teeth you ask. "What do you want with us?
She smirks, "I just told you my dear. If you need an easier answer? All of you will fight, each other and you will kill or be killed. Only one will survive. There can be only one winner. Who will it be?"
All the other women start crying and panicking but you never took your eyes off her. All you can focus on is ripping her throat out.
She notices the evil glare you are giving her and says. "Do you have something to say my dear?"
There was a pause before you answer. "Yeah, I can't wait till I have my hands around your throat. I am going to rip your heart though your throat, all with my bare hands."
She laughs. "I believe you can my dear, that is why you will never get that chance my dear. Never!"
"WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HOME! She laughs as she puts her hands in the air.
You never took your eyes off her as your eyebrows are now glue together in the middle.
She turns to walk out as she stops. "Gentlemen? I have a request if I may?" She says as she turns her head to look at the guards. She then turns around and points directly at you and says, "I want that right now. In a fight with the opponent of my choice. Have her ready in 5!" She orders and laughs.
The Two guards walk over to you; one on both sides.
"Unlock the cuffs of chair 14!"
You watch the guards as you hear the cuffs release from your ankles.
You smirk as you look at them and say. "You two came to play with me? Aww, how sweet... but I am no longer into threesomes. I have graduated to Foursomes." As you wink at the guards.
The guard gets close... "As you wish."
He snaps his fingers and 2 more guards come in both armed with weapons. While you are focused on the guards in front, one comes up from behind and snaps a collar around your neck. Making you flinch. You notice it is the same kind as the cuffs on your wrist and ankles.
"If you try anything...sweetie? You will be in for a shock." He laughs. "Take her to the chambers."
The guard escorts you to the chambers where you will fight your first bout. On the way, you notice blood stains that appear to be old and some recent.
"How long has she done this? She is fucking crazy."
You turn the corner as the guard removes your cuffs and pushes your into the chamber room as the doors closes behind you. You are facing the door when you hear another door open from behind as you turn quickly to see another woman being shoved inside falling to her stomach. She is terrified and couldn't be any older than 18. With tears in her eyes, she crawls to you on her hands and knees begging.
"Please don't hurt me. I didn't do anything wrong. I am begging you." She begs as she cries.
You just stand there looking at her and then you look up at the ceiling, because you know this sick bitch is watching this. Your guess was right. There is a camera in the corner of the room, then you notice another, then another.
"You got to be kidding me? Does she get off on this shit? You fight to survive while she has people fight for her pleasure?" You ask yourself.
By now the young woman has wrapped her arms around your legs and is still begging. The woman see the hatred in your eyes and fears you will kill her. She lays her head on your stomach as she continues to beg.
You look up at the camera and smile, then take both your hands and take a firm grip on her cheeks and bring her to a stand. She is about 4 inches shorter and has the cutest eyes, even when teary. You whisper to her, "Don't worry sweetie. I am not going to hurt you, not for this sick bitches pleasure. I am not going to do her bidding. The look in her eyes make you relax as you put your right hand in the middle of her back and place the left behind her head and pull her close to you. Her eyes close as she starts to calm as she wraps her arms around you. You can't see her face but her breathing slows and you hold her tight.
You whisper to her. "SHH... It is going to be fine sweetie."
You are rubbing her back and her head and continue to comfort her. The girl, with her head on your shoulder slowly opens her eyes and grins.
That is when you feel it, a sharp pain explodes deep in your lower belly for this innocent little girl has just knee you hard in the crotch bringing a scream as your knees come together. She jumps back as you fall to your knees in pain, clutching yourself. Your head drops as she retaliates with a hard side kick to the side of your head, knocking you to your side. With one hand on your cheek and the other still nursing your crotch, you look at the girl. She jumps into the air trying to land on top of you in an attempt to get the upper hand. Through the pain and your cat like reflexes, you manage to move and her knee comes smashing to the ground where you were just laying. You roll away and turn to face her as she is dancing around like Bruce Lee laughing.
You slowly start getting to your feet as she is over confident. She runs in and performs a well executed but high back spin kick aiming for your head. You drop down to you left side and send an upward heel kick aimed directly where she just had kneed you. It is now her time to feel pain as she goes flying across the room clutching her crotch.
You are mad now, not mad, PISSED! You once had sympathy for this girl and had the nerve to turn on you? If the "Hostess" wants a fight. She is getting one, right now. You walk over to the young lady who is still down in pain as you grab her by the hair and lift her to her feet. The young girl then looks you in the eyes and notices anger, hatred, determination, something that she wish she didn't. She is really terrified now as she starts to panic. You back up and give her a fighting chance, as you confront her in your stance. The girl stands on wobbly legs and puts her fist up and rushes you swinging wildly, none of which connect. She is swinging like a drunken redneck trying to swat a fly.
You have lost all patience with this as it is your turn to strike. You catch her wild swing aimed at your face, resting her right arm on your shoulder at the wrist, wrapped in your arm. You send a knee to her slim but firm belly, knocking the wind from her. You repeat that a couple times while placing both hands on her shoulder. You lean in and kick the back of her right knee, dropping her down. This gives you the opportunity to apply pressure to her shoulder as she falls and you lift on her arm. You then raise your right arm and slam it down on her shoulder, once and twice, causing a severe pain.
She screams in agony as you throw her to the floor; onto her belly, while still holding her arm. You grab her hand and twist in ward really hard causing another scream escape her lips. You raise your right leg and stomp hard on her already sore shoulder causing her to scream bloody murder. You release her arm as she curls up holding her shoulder.
She tries to get up to her knees but the pain is too much and falls back down. She stumbles back to her knee as she let her arm slump down to her side. She is balling and in pain but she charges. "Kill or be killed right? She tries to use her good arm and legs to fight.
She attempts a side kick, off balance but tries, in which you raise a leg and blocks it. She kicks with her left leg but end with same results. She releases an awkward punch aiming at your face, but you manage to catch it and grab onto her wrist as you twist it outwards. You step to the side and send a stomp to the inside of her right knee making her crumble to the floor.
She is now sitting on her legs nursing her knee and with her only good arm. You pull your leg back and kick her under the chin with a front kick causing her mouth to slam shut< blood gushes from her mouth and she falls backwards with her legs under her.
She is dazed and almost unconscious as she slowly gets to her knees: spitting out blood, and then slowly to her feet. You eye her with your arms crossed over your chest. She comes at you wobbling and delusional. She swings her good arm at you again as you easily step aside and send a side kick to her chest, flattening your breast against her rib cage. She sucks in air and squeals as she cups your tits and falls back down to her knees.
"Stay down!" You warn her.
She pulls herself together and tries to get to her feet again.
"STAY DOWN!" You demand. "Stay down or get hurt some more!"
She pay no attention as she slowly gets to her feet again, crying. This time she does not attack but just stands there on wobbly legs. She eyes you and rushes, head down trying to tackle you. You step aside just a few inches while putting your hand on your side, forming a loop with your arm. Her head slips right in it as you lock your arm around her neck and start squeezing. She wraps her arms around your waist as she tries hitting you in the stomach and sides with her fist but is too weak and her punches do nothing.
"Stop fighting," you whisper please stop fighting. But she doesn't stop, she continues trying to punch you. "STOP DAMN IT!" You beg her.
Nothing, she continues trying to punch. So you start applying pressure on her neck as she starts gargling trying to breath. She tries to punch, weak but she tries. You continue chocking as tears start to form in your eyes, looking to the ceiling. You feel sympathy for the young girl that is struggling to stay alive.
"The hostess voice comes through speakers in the room, "Finish the job.
You continue to hold her.
"KILL HER!" She screams but you don't do it as you continue to tear up. "KILL HER OR DIE!"
"With your head held back and eyes closed you whisper, "Please forgive me?" You squeeze; lowering your head as your do so, as tight as you can and whisper, "I am sorry." Then really quick, pull up hard snapping her neck. She slumps dead in your arms as you hold your head up and close your eyes again and continue to cry. You slowly kneel down and lay her body down on the floor. You step back and fall upon your knees.
On your knees you place open palms over your face and scream, "NOOOOO!"
Her voice sounds throughout the room again. "YES! She wasn't worthy. Another day, another blessing, another chance at surviving. Well done."
You lower your hands and scream at her... "I AM GOING TO RIP YOUR HEART OUT WITH A RUSTY BUTTER KNIFE!"
You turn toward the young lady and roll her over to her back. Her face turns toward you with eyes still open as she is staring at you. You quickly turn away and tears fall. You cover your mouth and turn towards her again. You notice that it looks like she is smiling. You place your fingers on her eyes and close them. "I am so sorry."
You take her hand and hold it then you start to cross her arms over her.
(Flashback about 10 years ago, Senior year high school)
You hear shouting and crying in the distance. It appears to be coming from the girls locker room as you where hiding in the gym. You consider the gym as your way to escape. You knew of a secret place behind the bleachers and you would go there to hide every so often. You try to drown it out but it got louder and louder. "Damn it!" you say as getting up to investigate. In a slight jog you make your way over to the girl's locker room, and peak around the corner. There you see 4 cheerleaders and they have a small brunette pinned face first against a locker. You cannot make out who it is just yet and you turn to walk away not wanting to get involved. As you start walking away you hesitate, you lower your head. "Damn it Belle, just walk away. You do not need this attention."
"Sigh" As you turn back around and walk into the locker room removing your back pack from your shoulders and holding the straps tight in your hands just in case. You walk through the door, walking up slowly behind them. You catch the corner of one of the cheerleaders eye as she turns her head.
"Who is the ring leader you ask yourself?"
The one that noticed you turns to another and taps her on the shoulder pointing back at you with her eyes and head.
"THERE'S my bitch!" You express to yourself.
If this comes down to a fight with a group, you know that taking out the ring leader is the best option. They are the one usually calling the shots and if they go down, the others panic. The blonde releases the girl being bullied and points to her is a silent command for the other girl to hold her because she was not finished. She then turns to you as she looks you up and down while crossing her arms.
Rolling her eyes, "When this become a homeless shelter?" She says referring to your clothing while the others giggle. You have on a pair of black skinny jeans with holes in the knees, with combat boots and a black tank and a zipped down hoodie. You smirk as you look at her clothing up and down, "Who ever hired you need to ask for a refund. I smell a skank. FYI... Your camel toe is showing."
She looks down and opens her mouth to an "O" and then looks at you.
"LET'S GET HER!"
"Oh shit, here it comes." You tell yourself.
In a possible 4 on 1 fight, you do not want them to use their numbers against you and you do not want to be surrounded. You want a possible escape route just in case things get out of hand without being backed in the corner. You want to take out the ring leader as quick and easy as possible without dragging the other 3 into it. You want to antagonize her and make her want to be the fighter.
"It is funny how it takes 4 of you to beat this little girl?" You say in an sarcastic tone. "Someone like you (pointing to the leader) should be able to take little ole me by yourself? Right?"
You really hope this will work, either she will swell up with pride and walk away or she will fight you herself or worse, send her goonies on you.
All four start walking towards you, and your plan isn't going the way you want. Your advantage is that 99% of high school kids do not know how to fight, so taking out their main senses they depend on a daily basis, they tend to back out of a fight. For instance, someone's ability to walk. Luckily your back is to the door so you have a exit, but there are three of them in front of you. You have to even the odds, so you stomp down upon the ankle of the girl to your right, making her squeal and fall holding it.
When the girl to your left lunges at you, you kneel down at waist height so her arms miss the chance of wrapping around your neck. You grab the top of her skirt and pull it down to her ankles making her squeal and bend over to pull her skirt up. You grab the back you her sweater and pull it over her head, tying it around her arms and face, blinding her and push her backwards over the bench hitting the floor hard. The fourth girl has released her victim and started your way, so you use your backpack as a weapon and tosses it into the leaders stomach making her grunt, catching the backpack. You rush her, tackling her into the fourth girl behind her, causing them to hit the floor. Pinning them down with your knees on their chest. You raise your fist and send a light punch to both their noses making them scream, holding their noses.
"You look at the girl, "RUN!" You say as you grab your back pack and her arm and run from the locker room.
You take her to the hiding spot that only you know about, well only you 2 know about now. Once you get to the hiding spot, she sits in the corner and starts crying. You watch through a small opening to make sure you wasn't followed as you see the four girls run past, out of the gym.
You then turn to her and see her sobbing. You have not been to good with emotions, and have no idea what to do. With your hands into fist and hitting them together anxiously. You take a step to her but stop. You breathe deeply and start walking to her, and sitting down beside her and putting your arm around her. She lays her head on your shoulder and continues to cry.
"Thank you!" She whimpers.
"Umm... Your welcome?" you reply, hesitant.
"I have been dealing with this my entire life, they will not seem to leave me alone. I don't know what to do." She cries.
"Umm... I...." you stutter not knowing what to say.
"What do I do?" She asked. "You can handle yourself, you did really great there. Can you help me?"
"... I..." you start to say but can't finish."
"PLEASE! I really need your help." She says looking in your eyes.
You inhale deeply and exhale. "Fine, I will help you."
"YAY" She said and gets on her knees in front of you and kisses you on the lips and held it for a few seconds. Your eyes widen before you both pulled away.
You clear your throat while putting a closed fist over your mouth.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to... I... I'm Sorry." She apologized. She sit down and pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, rocking back and forth.
You smile, "It's ok" you say while nudging her shoulder.
"They have been at this for awhile now huh? You ask.
"YES... as long as I can remember." She answered.
"OK, so they are your personal bullies? I can work with that." You ensure her. "I know that bullies are only as powerful as the power they possess over their victim. If you take that power away they have nothing. Once you show the bully that you are not afraid of them and stand up, and you tip the balance of power, most of the time they will walk away. So that is what you have to do." You smile at her.
Your awoken from your daydream to a small metal window opening and a deep males voice.
"Place both hands in the window!" Ordered the guard.
You just sit there cupping her hands. "They will pay this, I promise." You whisper.
"DO IT NOW!" Another order from the guard.
You jump to your feet and walk over to the window and place both hands in. They place the cuffs on and close securely around your wrist. You back away from the door as you stand in front of it waiting for it to open.
As the door opens, you are standing behind it with your head half down not moving. You have a look on you like you have been possessed by a demon. Your eyes are looking up as there are two guards awaiting you. Your eyes trace them looking at what weapons and armor they carry.
They have night stick, Body armor, Sig Sauer's, and your personal orgy device. The same device that made you spasm a few minutes earlier. The first guard has it in on his wrist ready to send you on the ride of your life, you DO NOT want that. As much fun as it sounds.
You take a glance through the door as you approach it and slowly walk out.
The guard to your right sticks his night stick in the middle of your back. "Keep moving!"
That makes you halt for a second and proceed to walk. With every step you are thinking of how to take this bitch out and rescue everyone else. You are led a different direction this time. A you are pushed in that direction you stop and refuse to continue.
"Move." He said.
You just stand there.
"Move!" He repeated.
Yet, you just stand there. Not even flinching.
"MOVE!" He said with a more authority in his voice while he pushes you.
You stop and turn, looking at him with an evil look. That is when everything goes dark. The other guard had hit you in the back of the head with his night stick.
To Be Continued...
