Victoria:
Fall from Omega
"Who are you?" the man screamed, smashing the butt of the shotgun into Tori's stomach.
The girl grunted in pain, the ropes supporting her still binding her wrists. Tori spit blood onto the floor, her body aching.
"Who are you?" the man repeated, jabbing the gun back into Tori's stomach. A malicious scowl scarred the man's face as he beat Tori. "Tell me who you are!"
Tori remained silent, feeling the rough ropes rub and burn her arms. She wanted to cry, but then they would win. The government would not break her. "Go to hell," Tori snarled.
"Why are you fighting me?" the man demanded. "Tell me who you are, and this will all stop."
Tori avoided eye contact with the ruthless man, keeping her pain introverted.
The sky was blood red as the day died, and night grew close. The filthy windows of the building allowed little light to enter the room.
I won't give up, Cat, Tori promised her friend. The teen felt herself grow exhausted, but she had to keep going.
The man grabbed the barrel of his gun, lifted the butt over his shoulder, and swung it into Tori's stomach. Darkness engulfed the room.
I won't break, Cat, Tori promised, growing weak, though her fury continued burning.
That night, Tori sat in her cell, her head lowered as she rested on a cold, metal bench. Suddenly, the girl stood up, tore off the section of her shirt covering her stomach, and jabbed her thumb into her flesh. Tori dug in, and carved letters, which soon began to bleed. Finally, "Victoria" was written out in red letters on her tommy. Blood dripped from the letters, but didn't blurr the name. "They won't break me," Tori whispered, her strength burning inside her. "It's just not something they're capable of."
