I am sooooo sorry for not updating for like, ages! As I said in the first chapter, I do have commitment issues :( but my mum was all like, on my back for being on the iPad too much. But chapters will come faster in the school holidays, especially when you review (hint hint)
There will be the team in the next chapter, but I wanted to concentrate more on Anne.
Thank you to all the alerters and favs!
Disclaimer: I do not own CM, but that would be pretty cool.
Anne stared at the sloppy porridge that He had set before her, like it would disappear if she stared at it enough. But then she would have to go through Hell earlier than she had to. She called it Hell, because she couldn't see how the actual thing could be that different.
She would be woken up before the sun rose, and was forced to sprint along a track to a barn where He would be waiting, -though how he got there so fast she couldn't guess- with a microwave porridge sachet and a stopwatch. Everyday the minimum time for her run was shortened by five seconds, and if she didn't make that, she wouldn't get her "breakfast" and would be marked with another tally in the torture room.
Whenever she did something wrong, annoyed him, didn't meet the time or just generally stepped out of line she would be punished with a tally mark, done by the white-hot blade. In the four days and roughly nine hours that she had been here, she had collected eight marks, a gash on her back because she had sweared at him, and a purple-black bruise on her hip from when she had been hit by a meat tenderiser.
But if the day passed without incident, she could spend the night in the nicer room, which was fitted out with an actual bed with an a mattress on it, curtains, carpet, a mirror and an on suite. It was all very plush and a mile away from the cold, concrete, underground box. She was awarded extras, like snacks, showers, soap, painkillers and fresh clothes.
After she either finished breakfast or bandaging her injuries, she was taken to the "gym" where she was submitted to a series of gruelling workouts, from the cliché push-ups, crunches and rope climbing to deflecting weighted soccer balls shot from a pressurised cannon from the other end of the hall.
At around one, she was served lunch, which could be anything from half an egg sandwich to a full plate of caesar salad, depending on his mood and how many tally's she had gotten. But lunch was always served and it was always healthy. There was a difference to the taste though, like Roses chocolates tasted different, but they added rose water, and Anne was sure whatever had been added wasn't rose water.
Then she was escorted to the "classroom" where she was subjected to mental conditioning, testing her mind to its limits to complete the equation in the time limit. If she didn't, then that would mean another cut in her thigh. She was also quizzed on names and faces, history, religion and theoretical.
Then after about five hours or so of sitting down, she ran continuously around three paddocks until He sounded an airhorn, which symbolised the end of the day and dinner, which like lunch was always healthy.
She still didn't know He's name, so to her he was just He. He was her torturer, her kidnapper, and she feared that if she knew his name, he would be more of a person to her which would make everything that much more unbearable. Save them, save them, save them!
"Finish up, or don't at all" He threatened harshly. He was in a bad mood today, she could tell, and hurriedly finished her breakfast.
"Let's go" he gruffly ordered and left to go to the gym, and she could only follow.