3. Go with the flow.

"What was that". The men turned towards the source of the sound, but failed to see what caused it. "Did you hear that? It sounded like. Like a woman had screamed"
One of them was completely frozen, staring at the manhole cover. "I… I saw a woman." "Where!?" With a shaky hand he slowly pointed at the cover. "Down there."
All the men were in a state of shock. "A woman? There? What did she look like?"
"Couldn't tell… when I saw her she was already falling… We really should tell Angel."
"Good idea"
Then all of them begun running away from the alley.

Deep beneath them Rachel was falling down. All the light had almost instantly faded, transformed into pure darkness. All she could now feel was the air running past her body, it felt cool to her wet skin.
Time had slowed down as it often does in these kinds of situations, giving her time to brace for the impact. Then it finally happened.

Submerged, the current took a firm hold of her and swept her away. It was a good thing she had managed to hold her breath in the harshness of the impact. Surviving it, it now became a question of how long this ride was going to last. And for how long she could hold her breath.
As her speed increased she lost all control of herself and begun wildly spinning around with no control at all. The pipe was now much wider than before. She must've entered the city's main sewer system.

Rachel was absolutely terrified, she wanted out, she couldn't tell up from down anymore and could give anything for this to just end. Fighting fiends is one thing, while doing that she is the one in control (for most of the time). She can engage her enemy if she so chooses and attempt to kill it. And if she finds herself losing a bit too much blood for her liking, she can still try to escape. But in here there is no escape.

Suddenly her shoulder came into contact with something hard. The impact was so rough that it tore her decorative shoulder "shield" off but luckily her bones still remained intact.
She twisted her face in pain and was about to question what caused it, but was interrupted by another one. This time her left knee was the source of her pain, which grew to such heights that it forced her to open her eyes for a split second. She wished that she'd kept them closed.

There were stainless-steel bars going across the pipe at completely random intervals and angles. One was sideways, the other was 45 degrees off. They must be there to keep the pipe from collapsing under the many tons earth above it. Makes sense in the engineering point of view, but for Rachel they were going to be nothing but a very painful torture. She closed her eyes and hoped for the best.

She connected to the first bar with her left breast. This certainly wasn't the way she wanted to spend her first day in this city. Over the years she has developed a high resistance to general pain because of her long and heavy exposure to it.
She has received heavy damage to her body ever since the first time she wore her signature ultralight "ninja" outfit. She has been hit by various weapons, giant creatures have ragdolled her around, she has even been brutally tortured in an attempt to slowly kill her. But even after all that, breast damage still hurt just as badly as before.
These were the only few times she (almost) wished she didn't have such massively oversized breasts. As the chance of them receiving damage in battles, or in other dangerous situations, was much greater than if she just had a single D-sized breasts instead.

The next bar hit her right across her upper back, with the following one coming soon after, hitting her to her right side. Just above the bare skin but below the rib-cage. Every hit slowed her down to a standstill but then the current took a firm hold of her yet again and propelled her towards the next bar.

Over the course of a short time she received more hits at her breasts, stomach, waist, back, arms, legs, everywhere. Until one hit her right at the palm of her left hand. She gripped it hard.

If she thought gripping the manhole cover was difficult, this was something else. Her lungs screamed for oxygen and her body was broken. Her consciousness was also slipping. With all that going on she managed to hold on for a solid second until she couldn't anymore.
Right below her was another bar. And as she "fell" it was now between her ankles, knees, thighs... What happened next would've been near lethal if she was a he. Luckily she wasn't, but nevertheless it was very painful.
As the current took a hold of her yet again, she could feel the water-pressure increasing along with her speed. The pipe was narrowing down. Soon it was only about 50CM across. And then… it ended.

She felt air under herself and hastily her lungs gasped for it. The air however was almost immediately shot out of her as she landed onto her back on whatever dampish surface it was she landed on.
Her whole body was shaking as she tried to gasp for air again. Her eyes were still closed tight and the only emotions plastered across her face were despair and agony.
Slowly and very shakily she retracted onto a fetal position and rolled onto her left side. She let out a long whimper. It sounded like normal crying first, but soon it was mixed with fear and still ongoing pain.

"Why… why did that last one have to hit me right at my vagina?" She shakily placed her right hand between her legs and then slowly closed her fingers around her now very sore vagina to gently embrace it.
"And why…" She brought her other hand at her breasts and gently massaged them too"… Did so many of them feel the need to hit me right at my boobies"
"And why… Oh god WHY! Did I think it was a good idea to go hiding into that damned pipe?"

After a few minutes of catching her breath she removed her hands from her lady-parts and slowly opened her eyes. She appeared to be in some sort of an underground chamber.
"What is this place?" She whispered to herself and tried to push her upper body from the ground. But as her limbs were still quite numb she almost instantly fell back to her lying position. This caused a soft whimper to escape from her mouth.
"C'mon girl" She said to herself with a pained voice "You can't give up now". She rolled onto her stomach. "If I could just get next to that wall… I could probably use it to stand… or at least to sit against"

Slowly she crawled towards the wall. The distance between her and it was only a couple of meters, but to her it felt like a couple of kilometers.
When she finally reached it she was heavily exhausted. Her limbs were recovering well, but she was pushing herself too hard. And as she pulled herself to a sitting position her whole body was shaking like crazy. But at least she succeeded and was now sitting against the wall.
As her breathing slowly got steadier she could start to examine the room she was in.

For a place located so deep underground it was quite large. 3 Meters high 10 wide and 4 deep. The pipe from which she entered was to her left. It was spitting water like crazy towards a big hole in the ground. She must've flown over it as she came. Thank god she did. She could still be there taking a beating from the endless rows of stainless steel bars. The thought terrified her as she stared at the hole.

After another few minutes. She could feel the ground slightly shaking. "What… Is that" her eyes flew towards the farthest end of the chamber. There she saw a closed door. "Oh please... Not now"

The shaking came closer and closer and as it did it formed into a steady pattern of shakes. Footsteps, but much heavier than the ones humans create. Whatever it was it probably weighed more than a rhino… But judging from the particular sound it created, it walked on two feet.
A fiend of this caliber was going to be a tough fight even if Rachel was at her peak condition. But she wasn't.
She was actually just barely pulling herself onto her feet (But only just).

She took a few very shaky steps towards the door "Come on then". She straightened her back and put her hand onto her hip in an attempt to pull out her sword. But it wasn't there.
"Shit" she looked at her hip, where the sword was supposed to be. "Those fucking bars will be the death of me"