Not a Hero
Prologue
"You retched girl! Get away from me before I lose my patience with you for the last time!" Limburger screamed. He threw me into my cell and slammed the door. The lock clicked in place and I was once again left alone in the darkness. My left arm screamed in protest as I propped myself against the cold concrete wall. It was undoubtedly broken. Again. Shattered like the last two times he had lost his temper with me. I gently pulled it onto my lap and braced myself for the pain as I reset the bone with my remaining, unscathed hand. Blinded by agony I squeezed my eyes shut tight and forced back tears.
It wasn't fair. What gave him the right to take innocent people from their homes and use them as his personal slaves? I'd been gone so long I barely remembered my home or the faces of the people I love. I was, however, very thankful that the knowledge my grandmother had passed on to me had stayed with me these years. Without it I would be disfigured, due to the many injuries administered to me by my master.
Huddled in my corner, I began to hum the melody to song my mother used to sing to me to comfort me when I was a child. Hush my baby, don't you cry…I could hear my mother's voice as if she sat beside me. Don't give up… the words played in my mind. You are loved…A sob escaped my lips. I missed my family and knowing someone loved me. There was no such thing here. This place was full of nothing but hate. Saying "I love you" while using someone for your pleasure and meaning them were on complete opposite ends of the scale.
As I was tearing my shirt to wrap my arm the door to my cell creaked open. It was the "doctor". More like mad scientist. Many scars I had were due to his testing and experiments.
"What?" I spat and hissed as a new surge of pain tore through my arm.
"The boss wants ta see ya." Grease pit stepped in behind the doc. I narrowed my eyes and began to growl low in my throat, a sound purely predatory.
"Stupid girl. You will only do yourself more harm by refusing." the doc pointed out. And it was true. Careful of my swollen and now purple arm I made my way towards them. Grease pit gripped my good arm with such force I thought it was going to explode. I winced and he loosened his death grip. I was lead away from my cell and into Limburger's office. Grease pit gave me a shove towards the desk, causing me to stumble and bash my injured arm off a chair, before slipping out.
"I hope the time spent in your cell has reminded you who is superior here." Limburger spoke facing the window. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes...Master." I added through gritted teeth. I couldn't take anymore abuse today, so for once I complied.
"Very good." He turned, with a delirious grin on his face. I hated that look…because I knew what always came next.