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"3...2...1.... Let it rip!"
2 blades were launched into the giant dish. "C'mon Keizer, let's show them what you've got." Korimi said quietly.
Both blades attacked each other furiously until they finally ricocheted backwards, away from each other.
"Hold your ground Wolborg." Tala said. "Attack now!" Wolborg's blade sped up and headed towards Korimi's blade.
'Nice try.' Korimi thought. The black and silver blade disappeared and soon reappeared behind Wolborg, attacking him from behind. "Keizer!" Korimi summoned her bitbeast.
"Wolborg!"
Both bit chips lit up and 2 enormous wolves appeared. One light blue and surrounded by ice; the other, black and surrounded by fire.
"Flame Storm Attack!"
"Wolborg...Glacier Pass!"
The beasts attacked each other, fire hitting ice. Soon, the Abbey began to shake, and the dish began to crumble as the two opposites fought, but the bladers took no notice.
"I have to admit, I'm impressed, but this is where it ends!" Tala said to Korimi. "Final Attack!"
"You're not winning that easily...Moonbeam Attack!"
A blinding light filled the area, and Korimi was the only one that could see what was happening; Keizer was tearing Wolborg apart.
Tala struggled to see, but the light was too bright. 'Who cares of I can't see...I'm not losing this match!' He thought. "Wolborg Attack!"
'WHAT THE HELL?!' Korimi thought, surprised. She couldn't help it, no one could ever beat her moonbeam attack.
The light dimmed and Tala and Boris could see who won.
Wolborg's blade was spinning next to a stationary black beyblade. The redhead smirked. He won.
Korimi jumped into the crumbled dish and picked up her blade, looking up at Tala who had jumped down as well, she had an unreadable expression on her face, clearly, she could hide emotions as well as any of the Demolition Boys. But soon, she gave Tala a small, but weak smile, which he returned, not knowing what else to do.
"Very good Tala" Boris said, walking up to the teens. "You will go to the training room and train with your team...Korimi will be receiving...personal...training with me today."
Korimi snorted at this, and Tala threw her a warning glance, but Boris took no notice.
"Do you understand me Tala?"
The redhead nodded, though he was reluctant to leave Korimi alone with the director, knowing "personal training" with Boris was nothing good, and usually is anything BUT training.
Once Tala left, Boris stepped closer to Korimi, who stood rooted to the spot, glaring at him. "Do you know what we do to failures here Korimi?"
"Enlighten me." She spat back, sarcastically.
Boris chuckled. "My pleasure." He made a fist and tried to hit her, but she simply caught his fist like the day before, only this time she dodged the incoming knee.
Korimi smirked, "I don't make the same mistake twice Boris."
The man chuckled again, "Stupid girl."
The blader suddenly felt a shearing pain course through the arm that held Boris's fist. She let out a painful gasp and saw a long needle being mercilessly shoved into her forearm, Korimi glared at the man in front of her before everything went black.
Tala entered the Demolition Boys training room, deep in thought. 'Sister? What the hell did Boris mean by that? Or was he just lying?' Tala snorted, he wouldn't doubt that Boris would do something like that, so it would make him easier to control.
"Tala!"
The redhead was snapped out of his thoughts by Ian's voice. "Hn." Was all he said.
"We heard you and some new guy were training with Boris today." Spencer said, relieved that his captain wasn't hurt.
"Get back to training, all of you! Who said you could take a break?" Boris's voice rang through the training room. "And don't worry young Tala, your precious sister isn't dead...yet."
Tala snapped his head up to the glass box that overlooked the training room and saw Boris, ignoring his teammates surprised/confused faces. 'I don't like this' He thought, worried.
Korimi's eyes opened slowly. 'Damn, man what happened?' She noticed her hands were chained above her head, and the memory of a needle being jammed in her arm came to mind. 'Damn you Boris, bastard.' She tugged on the strains and wriggled her wrists, but she couldn't break free. 'Great...ooks like I'm stuck here'
For the first time, Korimi began to take in her surroundings. She was in a dark, dirty, cold cell, which she guessed must be in the Abbey dungeons. 'Well this seems like a lovely place' She thought sarcastically. In the distance, she heard a door open and then slam shut.
An Abbey guard soon stood on the other side of her cell, smiling wickedly. "Good. You're finally up. It's about time." The guard said, opening her cell door and walked towards her.
Korimi said nothing, but glared.
"Now we get to play." He said mockingly, as another guard joined them.
"Oh I can hardly contain my excitement." Korimi spat.
The guard smirked. "Mr. Balcov told us you had a smart mouth, it would appear he was right."
"I guess it would." Korimi said rolling her eyes.
"I'm going to enjoy this. Pity the boss won't let us take this one." The 2nd guard said, scanning Korimi's body.
"Yes." The other guard said, also scanning the girls' body. "But that doesn't mean we can't have fun."
Both guards laughed at this.
"Something funny? I must have missed it." Korimi spat.
The guards stopped laughing and looked murderous.
The first guard raised his fist and caught her in her already bruised stomach. "I'll teach you a lesson about talking to us like that." He growled, throwing another punch, as the 2nd guard also began to beat her.
Soon, Korimi was hanging limply but the chains that held her wrists and it took all of her concentration just to stay conscious, but she hadn't shed a tear the entire time, she wasn't going to look weak in front of these bastards, and more importantly, by showing no weakness, it had gotten them thoroughly pissed.
"Not such a smart ass any more are you girl?" The 2nd guard sneered, as he and the other guard stepped back from her beaten body, to admire their work.
The blader lifted her head. "Bastard." She managed to choke out, spitting blood onto the dungeon floor and onto the 1st guards' shoe.
The 2nd guard scowled and raised his fist again, but the 1st guard stopped him. "No. The boss wants his whore at least in one piece."
"Who are you calling a whore?" Korimi snarled.
The 2nd guards' scowl disappeared and was replaced with a smirk, while the 1st guard stepped forward, only an inch from Korimi. "Once the boss has tired of you." He stoked her cheek. "I plan on having a go at you myself." He crammed his mouth onto hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth, kissing her roughly as he pressed his body against her struggling one, as he deepened his kiss and his hands began to make their way up her shirt making her involuntarily shiver.
"That's enough Surgey, bring the girl to me." A voice said, coming from an intercom somewhere in the dungeon.
The guard reluctantly pulled away and took his hands from her shirt. "Key." He grunted.
The 2nd guard dug his hands in his pocket and pulled out a small silver key. Surgey took it and began to unlock the clasps.
Korimi heard a click and soon she was free. Surgey wasted no time in putting his arm painfully tight around the girl's waist, causing her to wince slightly. He smirked at her pain, and they began to walk to Boris's office, Korimi too weak from her beating to fight the two guards.
Finally, they reached the office and Surgey pinned her against the wall. "Good looks run in your family whore. I can't tell you how many times I have had...fun...with your brother...of course Mr. Balcov doesn't know about it...but what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
Korimi growled and tried to free herself from under him, but she was too weak. Again, the guard began to kiss her forcefully, when Boris's door opened.
"I told you down in the dungeon that was enough!" He said dangerously.
The guard pulled away from the weak girl quickly.
"Sir. I'm sorry sir I-"
"Save your excuses for someone who cares Surgey, like Lord Voltaire."
"Sir-"
"Silence! I will have him take care of you later. For now...I have more important matters to attend to." His eyes moved to Korimi, who was using the wall for support.
"Yes sir." The two guards left, and Korimi was left with Boris.
Boris grabbed her arm painfully tight and shoved her in the office, before closing and locking the door. He turned and looked at Korimi. Grinning evilly, Boris walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, and pulled out a glass ball that looked like a miniature earth.
"What does this look like to you Korimi?"
"You know Boris, it's extremely pathetic of you to want to take over the world when you don't even know what it looks like." She shot back sarcastically.
Boris scowled. "Don't play games with me Ivanouv."
Korimi glared at him. "Who's playing games? I'm serious. You're pathetic!"
Boris growled, but then smirked, before setting the glass ball on his desk and walking over to the girl. Without warning, he grabbed her throat, and pinned her to the floor.
"Now who's pathetic? Face it Ivanov, both you and your weakling brother are USELESS!" Boris sneered, tightening his grip, so Korimi couldn't breath.
"Then, why" She choked. "Do you...keep us if we're... so useless?"
Boris smirked, and loosened his grip, and Korimi gasped for air, but then her oxygen was cut off, when Boris crammed his mouth onto hers.
He began to kiss her neck and began to nip at it until it bruised. "Let me correct myself, you're only useful to me as my whore." He whispered. He crammed his tongue into her mouth and his hands began to move up her shirt, he chuckled when he felt her quiver beneath his touch. Boris moved his hands slowly up her stomach, before jumping back quickly and letting out a yell of pain, as if he had been burned. He looked at Korimi and saw her slowly getting up, with a faint smirk played across her face.
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