Exhausted, I stumble down a long, neverending hallway and am pushed harshly into a small, almost empty room much the same as the room I just came from. I shudder violently as the cold air surrounds me and my eyes find two chains hanging from the high ceiling. I avert my eyes and pray that I really am just dreaming.

An older female enters the room from somewhere behind me and I open my eyes regretfully before she pushes my barely standing body under the chains and kicks the back of my knees in. I fall hard and my knees crack as I hit the cold metal floor, no energy to break my fall and I let out a silent sob. My body shakes and I drop my head lightly before I take a deep breath and raise my head high, determined that they will not break me without a real fight. I look straight into the woman's dark brown eyes and don't look away until she smirks and walks back around behind me, grabbing my tied wrists tightly and wrenching the rope off. As the rope falls away from my wrists I take advantage of my free arms and swing around, bringing my fist to her ribs. Unable to jump to my feet with my knees very likely fractured and face her head-on, I grab one of her ankles and pull as hard as I am able and I close my eyes tightly when she can't stay up and slams backwards onto the floor. I peek out of the corner of my eye and see a small pool of blood forming around her head gradually getting larger. I gag at the blood but scramble the best I can to my feet and in blinding pain hobble towards the door, I vaguely remember coming in from. I just reach the edge of the door when I feel a too familiar sharp pain through my neck and hot, frustrated tears fall from my eyes before once more, everything fades from view becoming as black as night and the floor comes crashing up to meet me.

It has to be over a week now that I have been stuck here. I have been in and out, between my room, and the testing room more times than I can count and I'm not sure how much longer they expect to be able to test on me before they inevitably kill me. I can't take much more of this before every part of my body gives out. My wrists are bruised and purple from where they keep them tied to the chains whilst I am kneeling on the ground being poked and prodded. My whole body is covered in dried blood, bruises and gashes because some of the men have taken to beating the living crap out of me before testing, just for fun, and I have large marks up and down both of my arms from the thousands of needles I have had jabbed into me. A rattle of metal brings my mind back to attention and I see the food tray being pushed through the hatch and I sigh, limping over to the door. I bang as hard as I can on the door in anger so they might catch the drift that I am not going to go down easy but I don't think much goes into their empty heads. My stomach grumbles at me so I take the tray back to the corner of the room and use half of the cup of water they give me to wash the blood from myself and try to clean up a bit. I savour the rest, not knowing when they would bother to give me any more and I break off small pieces off the stale piece of bread so I don't eat it too fast and make myself sick.

As I bring the last piece of bread to my lips a loud bang rings through my room and not a second later a man bursts through the heavy metal door, grabs my wrists and once again I am being dragged back to the testing room. My hands are forced above my head and two men wrap the chains around them, securing them tighter than before. Tears prick my eyes in pain and I swallow hard, trying to get rid of the tight lump in my throat. As they head to the back of the room where a small table was set up with everything for my testing, an alarm begins to ring and the room flashes red in time with the awful alarm sound. The already nervous men seem to become more on edge with the starting of the alarms and I use that to my advantage, trying to wriggle my wrists to loosen the chain. I get both of my wrists almost out when the second woman I have seen the whole time I have been here walked in and grabs my neck, forcing me into the air whilst she yells at the men to retie the chains and make them tighter so I have no chance to escape.

`Fuck, you're a strong bitch,' I groan under my breath, struggling through the pressure of her hand around my neck.

`We cannot lose our goldmine boys, grab her and jab her,' the woman yelled at the men who brought me in.

The men retie my wrists and my black spots spun behind my eyes as I gasp for air. Once I was strung back up, the woman dropped me to the floor and I cried out in pain and relief.

The woman stormed off, her black heels clicking against the metal floor and I want to smack the damn smirk off her face that she throws over her shoulder at me before exiting the room and rounding the hallway corner. I jump as the door slams shut and the men behind me laugh as one grabs my jaw and looks me dead in the eyes as the other plunges one of the large needles into my arm but with them betting I will break I grit my teeth and keep staring into his eyes, mine threatening to water in pain.

`You will never break me,' I spit at him.

`Oh girlie, we don't want to break you, we just want something you possess, but if you do in the process, well even better for me.' He smirks.

I struggle against his tight grip on my jaw and as I get free I bite into his hand as hard as I can, the metal taste from his blood spilling into my mouth. I spit the red from my mouth onto the ground and watch him holding his hand tightly, in pain and surprise. As he stumbles back, the man who had been testing on me takes his fist to the side of my head and a staging pain rings through my head and down my neck, my eyes watering and vision blurring. My head drops, I have no strength to keep it up and I see the bottom of the door swing open and bang as it hits the wall adjacent. I hear a scream and I cry out in exhaustion, and tears stream from my eyes as a pair of black boots come to be under my gaze and I look up to see a male in a black suit with green accents, black sleek hair and green eyes.

Fuck, I think, now I've gone and done it, the boss is finally going to kill me.

I man unties my hands from the chains and grabs my waist, picking me up and draping me over his shoulder.

`Put me down you fucking piece of shit!' I scream at him hitting his back with my fists as hard as I can.

`Cut it out, you're acting like a child throwing a tantrum.' He responds and for a moment his voice stops me and my breath catches.

Stop it, Lore, he wants to kill you, not fuck you. I shake my head and try to kick his ribs, not really knowing what I was hoping to accomplish being half his size and physique. I keep attempting, and failing to hurt him in some way to get away but he just keeps walking as if he can barely feel my attempts.

After a few more minutes I hang limp and stop kicking when he finally stops and places me on my feet and I square up to him, glaring into his eyes, hands on my hips.

`What the heck was that for!?' I yell at him before realising he has put me down without any restraints or a way to keep me here.

I spin around and my hands fly to my mouth as I try to hide my shock.

`Peter!? Oh my God!' I scream.

I run as fast as I can and fling my arms around my brother. I am crying now and I don't even care, I can finally get out of here.

I back up and see the cuts and bruises forming on his face and I frown, punching him hard on the arm.

`What the?' Peter says shocked, rubbing his arm.

`Why are you putting yourself in danger like this? They could easily get the both of us! I told you to leave me, I would have been fine!' I lie easily.

`I wasn't leaving my sister. Plus, I didn't come alone, I am not stupid enough to take on the enemy by myself unlike someone else I know,' he smiles at me, `I brought backup.'

Peter gestures around himself and I spin around as I take in that we were not alone. A red suit flies down to the ground next to peter and two young women smile at me kindly and I give them a small smile in return. A man in a blue suit and a guy holding a hammer both give me a quick wave and the man who carried me from the room walks over the group and lightly smirks at me, thinking he was funny.

`Right.' I say, suddenly exhausted. `Than-'

My eyes flutter and my head spins, and suddenly a pair of arms wrap around me, keeping me upright when again I meet those same God damn green eyes for barely a second before the world disappears.