Question after question bombarded her. She didn't know how to answer most
of them. After each question that she failed to answer, he would hit her.
She's given up trying to defend herself, because he would just wait until
her guard dropped and then hit her. She hurt all over from his blows.
A few stray tears slid down her face, mixing with the blood there from her broken nose. They'd been in the room for nearly an hour, and she hadn't told him anything useful. She watched him as he walked out of the room, slamming the door after himself. She sighed, glad to be alone for a few minutes.
She raised her arm slightly, wondering where the water that was running down it had come from. It took her a few seconds to work out that it was her blood. She was so tired that she didn't really care. It had been over 20 hours since she'd last had something to eat, and almost 12 since she drank anything. Only the discomfort of the hard, cold floor and the chains was keeping her awake.
"Are you a complete asshole, or is it just a part time thing?" she asked conversationally as he came back into the room. His only answer was to hit her in the face.
"Full-time. Thought so." She said, wiping blood for the corner of her mouth with her wrist. The sarcasm wasn't borne of defiance, but fear. She was using it as a defence mechanism.
When Artis, as she'd learned he was called, had come back into the room, he'd brought a small silver key with him. He used it to unlock the chains around her wrists.
"Now we will fight." He said as he motioned for her to get to her feet. "if you do not fight, you die." He added, looking meaningfully at a guard standing next to the door. The gun was plainly visible in his hands.
"Okay. I'll fight." She said.
She stood up, finding that her legs weren't quite as shaky as she'd expected, and faced him. He bowed, and as bowed back uncertainly. After all, it could be a cleverly planned trap.
He made the first move, aiming a punch at her head. She ducked past him, and managed to get in a quick jab as she span past. She jump kicked him in the face, then span as soon as she landed and kicked him in the middle of the back. She hit him with her elbow bent so that the inside of her arm snapped out with stinging force across his face. He lost his balance and had to take a step backward to re-balance himself.
After that one tiny victory, things rapidly changed. He kicked her in the collarbone. The impact knocked her into the wall. It was like being hit by a car. She lay on the floor, too stunned and in too much pain to move. He kicked her in the ribs. A sharp pain started in her ribs where his foot had connected and she knew that he'd broken a few more of her ribs.
Artis kicked her in the stomach. She gasped and curled up from the pain. The pain was still there, but she blocked it out as she got to her feet, willing herself to concentrate only on him. If she didn't, she was as good as dead. He kicked her again, sending her to the floor. She was in no condition to fight, especially against as skilled as opponent as he was.
Artis smiled lazily as he approached her. She watched him warily as she tried to gather the energy to get up, knowing that he was going to do something to her. Knowing that it was going to be bad. He smiled again as she struggled to get to her feet. His foot slammed into her shoulder, sending pain racing through it.
She rolled away from him before his next kick could find it's target, and got painfully to her feet. She had just launched a flying kick when all hell broke loose.
A few stray tears slid down her face, mixing with the blood there from her broken nose. They'd been in the room for nearly an hour, and she hadn't told him anything useful. She watched him as he walked out of the room, slamming the door after himself. She sighed, glad to be alone for a few minutes.
She raised her arm slightly, wondering where the water that was running down it had come from. It took her a few seconds to work out that it was her blood. She was so tired that she didn't really care. It had been over 20 hours since she'd last had something to eat, and almost 12 since she drank anything. Only the discomfort of the hard, cold floor and the chains was keeping her awake.
"Are you a complete asshole, or is it just a part time thing?" she asked conversationally as he came back into the room. His only answer was to hit her in the face.
"Full-time. Thought so." She said, wiping blood for the corner of her mouth with her wrist. The sarcasm wasn't borne of defiance, but fear. She was using it as a defence mechanism.
When Artis, as she'd learned he was called, had come back into the room, he'd brought a small silver key with him. He used it to unlock the chains around her wrists.
"Now we will fight." He said as he motioned for her to get to her feet. "if you do not fight, you die." He added, looking meaningfully at a guard standing next to the door. The gun was plainly visible in his hands.
"Okay. I'll fight." She said.
She stood up, finding that her legs weren't quite as shaky as she'd expected, and faced him. He bowed, and as bowed back uncertainly. After all, it could be a cleverly planned trap.
He made the first move, aiming a punch at her head. She ducked past him, and managed to get in a quick jab as she span past. She jump kicked him in the face, then span as soon as she landed and kicked him in the middle of the back. She hit him with her elbow bent so that the inside of her arm snapped out with stinging force across his face. He lost his balance and had to take a step backward to re-balance himself.
After that one tiny victory, things rapidly changed. He kicked her in the collarbone. The impact knocked her into the wall. It was like being hit by a car. She lay on the floor, too stunned and in too much pain to move. He kicked her in the ribs. A sharp pain started in her ribs where his foot had connected and she knew that he'd broken a few more of her ribs.
Artis kicked her in the stomach. She gasped and curled up from the pain. The pain was still there, but she blocked it out as she got to her feet, willing herself to concentrate only on him. If she didn't, she was as good as dead. He kicked her again, sending her to the floor. She was in no condition to fight, especially against as skilled as opponent as he was.
Artis smiled lazily as he approached her. She watched him warily as she tried to gather the energy to get up, knowing that he was going to do something to her. Knowing that it was going to be bad. He smiled again as she struggled to get to her feet. His foot slammed into her shoulder, sending pain racing through it.
She rolled away from him before his next kick could find it's target, and got painfully to her feet. She had just launched a flying kick when all hell broke loose.