Authors Note: Thanks to everyone who's reviewed!! You guys rock! The more the merrier, and the faster I'll update most likely. It's exhillerating getting the notifications in my email inbox. This chapter is more information so might seem a bit slow but don't worry, the next chapter will be incredibly angsty and shall begin the Allison/Remy pairing.

Chapter 4

Remy continued to struggle until she was finally dropped on the floor of a fairly vast communal living room. There was no fluffy carpeting, but the hardwood was still softer than the concrete of her previous prison. Groaning, she rolled onto her side and watched as the two men who'd carried her left and the distinct sound of a door being locked resonated through the room.

"About time Liam took in some replacements." Remy lifted her head at the voice coming from her left. A tall brunette dressed in sweats and a tank top was walking towards her. "What's your name?"

Remy took the outstretched hand offered her and was helped to her shaky feet. "Um, Remy.. Hadley.. Thirteen.." She let go of the woman's hand as soon as she was balanced. Behind her new aquaintance she saw at least a dozen other women staring her way. Some were lounging on couches, others in overstuffed chairs.

"Never met someone with a number as their surname, but we go by first names here so… Remy." The woman tried her name out on her tongue and nodded. "You must be freezing, come on, let me get you some clothing."

Remy had forgotten that she was still naked and immediately tried to cover herself. This only caused a few snickers to float up around the room. Sighing, she let her hands back down to her sides and followed this new woman across the room.

"Here, these should fit." She was handed what looked like jogging shorts and a navy t-shirt. Waisting no time she slipped into the clothing and let out a deep breath. She hadn't realized how vulnerable she had felt being naked until she was allowed to get dressed again.

"Thanks…" Remy once more looked down the room at the others. "What is this place?" She asked for what seemed like the umpteenth time. "That crazy man in the other room said you lot would be able to explain things to me."

The woman nodded and frowned at the same time. She had had this conversation with many new and frightened women. Most of them ended up killed in their first official battle. Recently two of their stronger fighters had met their end in a fight in Hong Kong, shocking their small group. Remy was obviously there to replace one of the girls.

"Sit down." The woman directed Remy towards an empty chair and then took up pacing before her. Remy did as instructed, pulling her legs up to her stomach so she could hug her knees. Part of her was relieved to finally find out what was happening to her, and Cameron, but the other part was terrified of what she was about to hear.

"My name is Cory by the way. My partner is Jamie-" She pointed to a petite red head who raised a hand in a small gesture of acknowledgement. "You'll get a partner soon I'm sure but-"

Remy shook her head, interrupting. "No, no, my friend Allison is here. They said she was to be my partner, as you so put it. We were both taken at the airport by these guys we thought were cab drivers…"

Cory held her hand up to stop her. "It's the same story for all of us. Where is this Allison?"

The brunette fidgetted as she thought about her friend. She wished she were here with her right now, so she'd have something familiar to cling to. "They took her to Dell?" It was a question rather than an answer because she wasn't sure who or what 'Dell' was.

The other woman nodded and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Dell is our doctor. Your partner is either very brave, or very stupid to be injured already." When Remy didn't respond, Cory continued. "Hope you're not homophobic because this Allison is going to be a very close, personal, friend… if you get my drift."

Remy winced but nodded. She didn't think it mattered she was bisexual herself since she knew Allison wasn't. "I thought this wasn't about sex?" Hadn't that been the trade off for being a fighter?

Cory and a few other girls in the room laughed. "Oh no, it's definitely about sex." At Remy's horrified expression she stopped pacing and gave the girl a sympathetic look. "It's not what you think. We're fighters," She raised her arms to indicate all the girls in the room, "but men are still pigs."

"So I am going to be raped again." Remy whispered under her breath as she rested her chin on her knees and tried to keep the tears from forming in her eyes. She was amazed how well she was keeping it together. She wasn't sure if it was the knowledge that Allison was going to be with her, or if she was just still in shock.

Cory shook her head and snapped her fingers towards her partner. Jamie got to her feet and padded towards a closet and pulled out the last thing Remy was expecting to see. It was a strap on dildo meant for two women. "Ever use one of these?" Jamie's voice was much tinier and higher pitched than Cory's.

Remy bit her lip as she raised her head and nodded. "Yeah, uh, quite a few times." Her cheeks darkened as for the first time she actually felt embarrassed about her orientation. Jamie handed the contraption to Cory and then placed a tiny peck on the taller woman's cheek.

Cory ran her free hand through the girls naturally red hair and pulled her close. "Has your friend?"

The doctor hesitated before shrugging her shoulders. While she held a long time crush on the woman, she had no idea where Allison herself stood in the sexual orientation spectrum. Or more importantly, what she felt towards her. "Well she'll learn." Cory nudged Jamie and the girl took the contraption and placed it back in the closet before sitting back on the sofa she'd been on before.

"We don't have customers like the girls put in the trade, we have spectators. After a match the winning team fucks the losing team." Cory started her pacing again. She wished their captors would just make a stupid orientation video so she didn't have to go through this speech over and over again. Of course she didn't always do it, but she was the oldest and most experienced woman there so was looked at as a leader of sorts.

Remy tried to shake the image of Allison wearing a strap on forcing herself on another woman out of her head. "I thought the losers died?" Wasn't that what she had been told? Twice at least. "Or does that come after the fucking." She added bitterly.

Cory snorted. "Official events, like the one we had in Hong Kong last month are 'to the death'. Local ones or scrimages if you will, aren't that extreme. Imagine how many women they'd go through." She was starting to get a headache talking this much and turned to face Remy once more. "Look, when your friend is brought in, we'll talk more, but for now just try and stay calm. No one here is going to hurt you."

Except in scrimages, the girls that the Boss Man owned didn't fight against each other so they never had to worry about having to kill or be killed by a friend. Fucked by a friend, often, but never truly injured.

"Alright." Remy breathed slowly thru her nose. She'd been given enough information to occupy her mind for at least a few hours. "Thanks." She spoke as Cory headed off towards Jamie and the couch. The woman nodded and Remy brought her attention back to what she'd been told, intent on making sense of it as best she could be she saw Allison.

For some reason, she figured the girl would take it better hearing it from her. What she didn't know was Allison already knew what was going on and was thinking the same damn thing.