Chapter 3 Control
"Wake up Jared!" He jolted up, his eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep. He rubbed his eyes standing up, the feeling of the explosive collar growing even heavier on his neck.
Clothes were tossed at him as he sat on the cold floor, the sounds of the children being thrown into the Pitt still echoing within his room. He sat up as Silver walked out, pulling the clothes over his shuddering body.
"Why the hell is it so cold?" Jared thought aloud. He rubbed his hands and limped out the door, his body still sore from the sanitizing crew beating on him with high-pressure water. He followed the sound of his new master's footsteps and kept his sharp green eyes on the ground. He watched as his feet kicked up the dirt in the hallways, suddenly colliding with Silver's small, yet strongly built body.
"Oh, I'm sorry.." He murmured backing off of her as she stared him down with dark, deceiving eyes. Jared's eyes wandered across the woman's body, surprised to find that she was simply wearing a tank top and shorts.
"H..how?" his shudders became stronger as it felt like an icy wind hit him. He became deeply confused since they were inside.
"I drugged you." Silver said simply. "You are a man, a lot stronger than I am. I may have a weapon, but you may pounce on me at any time." She turned around and grabbed the bag he first saw when they had met. "I used it to weaken you. You are highly sensitive now. That cold you feel? It is simply just a fan blowing in the corner." She turned back to him her red fiery hair blowing with the wind of the fan. "So if it comes to me fighting you, and if I hit you, it'll feel like a shotgun blew off your leg."
She walked down the stairs, Jared wide eyed as he could feel the small grains of dirt in his shoes slowly grinding against the bottom of his foot while he walked.
"You are going to be my assistant on Slave hunting." Silver's voice sounded bland and stern as usual while she spoke, "We will be collecting two V. from the wastes. The first one a young girl from The Republic of Dave. She is extremely intelligent, and is known for walking out and about from her little-gated country." Silver snatched a thick rope and stuffed it into her bag, "So that means there won't be any persuading or trickery. This will involve you and I forcefully putting her little neck into this collar." She held up one of two explosive collars in the light of the sun rays.
Jared gulped, guilt flashing hot in his chest arms and legs. "How old is this girl?" He could feel each and every bump on his tongue as he spoke, making it hard for the words to leave his mouth.
"Six." Silver shoved a small pistol in her bag as a backup, her voice monotone.
Jared stared at her in astonishment, speaking slowly again "Why do you take them so young?"
Silver fell silent for a moment as she continued to pack various items into her bag. She threw the bag at him and stared at him as he had a hard time carrying to bag. "Because it is easier for the children to listen to us. No fighting. They are just scared, little kids." Silver tied up her combat boots. "I hope you're ready for this, I can see the guilt on your face. You better stone up, cause we will be doing this for a while." She straightened her back and looked the foot taller man in the eyes. "Get your shit together, we leave in ten minutes. I'll tell you about the second V.I.P tonight." Silver spun on her heel and walked out, Jared following close behind her.
