They walked with her through the dark alleys to a staircase going down. She walked down after them to a huge metal door. One of them put a code into a keypad to the right of the door. The doors creaked and opened, letting mist flow out onto the cold stone floor. She looked back to see if there was anyone she knew behind her, coming to help her. No one was coming now. She sighed and walked in. The room felt cold and sterile. The floor was sheet metal. There were passages leading off the main one where they were walking. She heard machines and air-conditioners running. She heard screaming and fighting from different rooms. She assumed this is where the real training happened. She walked past a cell and saw a teddy bear lying on a bed, an old, well worn-in teddy bear. She stopped and thought for a second.
"How old are the children in here?" she asked one of the guards.
"7 to 18. They range in age." The one guard said. They nudged her on.
"That was your boyfriends Kai's room, when he first came here as a 5 year old. He was the youngest from that group." The other guard said to her.
Kai's room, his teddy bear. He was so young. He must have been so frightened to be here, alone. Damn Boris, she thought. Damn Kai's grandfather for sending him here. They stopped at another door and the one guard opened it. The door opened up and the room was slightly warmer than the other room. She walked in and the guards locked the door behind her. She looked around the room and there was just a bed and table and chair, like the last cell. She sat down on her bed and took Dranzer out of her pocket.
"Did you see that teddy, was it really Kai's?" she asked her.
"Yes, when we first came here. His mother gave it to him." She said back. "I don't like this place." She added.
"Yeah, me too." Charlotte said.
After a few hours of listening to the sounds of the lab floor. Hearing screaming, shouting, fighting and people being dragged to somewhere, but seeing nothing but blackness, the door to her cell opened. She covered her eyes from the harsh light and saw someone come in. They closed the door and walked towards her. She stood up and waited for her eyes to adjust. Then she saw the flash of red hair.
"Tala." She said, sitting back down on the bed.
"So have you cooled down from this morning?" he asked her.
"No, not really. You shouldn't have stopped me. Now you're really gonna get it." she said, leaning back against the wall folding her arms over her chest.
"Ah, your talented sister. I hope to meet her someday." He said, sitting down next to her on the bed. "I'm really into sisters." He said almost in a whisper, touching her hair.
"You are seriously sick." She shouted, getting up and walking to the opposite side of the room. He got up and walked after. She turned and faced him.
"If you think that being nice to me now will help me forgive you, think again." She said, pushing him back.
He grimaced and then it turned into a smile. He took something out of his pocket and she thought it was a knife or a gun. She walked back into the wall.
"Relax; it's just my Beyblade, Wolborg." He said, walking up to her.
He took her hand and placed it in her palm. She looked at the mostly white Beyblade.
"She's been there for me, for a lot of things. She's been one of my only friends." He said.
She felt a twinge in her heart, sadness, pity for him, perhaps.
"That's nice for you." She said, handing it back to him.
He obviously had a past, and she wondered what ghosts were his alone. Like Kai's ghosts.
"You don't have a bitbeast of your own, why?" he asked, standing, watching her face for signs.
"I don't need one, I don't compete, and I have no need for one." She said, looking at him, reading him for a sign of weakness.
They stared each other down, looking for an opportunity. He smiled and nodded. He turned away from her and began analyzing her earlier escape plan in his head. He turned and looked at her.
"And yet you were able to control Dranzer." He asked her, looking in her pocket at the lump that was Dranzer.
"I guess, we understand each other." She said, turning her pocket away from him.
"You know, I can get you your own bitbeast. One that represents your soul." He said, walking up to her and stroking her cheek with the back of his hand.
She watched his eyes. He was planning something, making small talk. But the thought of her own bitbeast intrigued her. Her own bitbeast would definitely be able to help her get out.
"Really, you can do that?" she asked him, calling his bluff.
"Yes, we have the technology to create bitbeasts." He smiled. "I think yours would be… no, wait. I can't say. You would need to do some tests first." He said, running his thumb slowly over her lips.
"Then I want one. What do I have to do?" she asked.
She was determined to get out, and another bitbeast could only help.
"I'm the Head of Bitbeast Development. So you have to," he stopped and looked her up and down.
"Convince me." He smiled at her.
She frowned and looked at him.
"Nice try. But, I don't believe you. How old are you, and you're head of a lab that manufactures bitbeasts. Whatever." She said, trying to think of ways to draw this out a little longer.
"I'm 25, and yes, I am the Head of Bitbeast Development." He said, stepping up to her and running his beyblade across her jacket, cutting it with the blade edge.
"Hey," she shouted, looking at the cut across the front of her jacket.
"I can get you another one." He smiled, he continued cutting until she grabbed the blade.
"Stop." she said as blood dripped from her hand.
He pulled the blade away and stepped back. He put one hand up against the wall next to her head. Then he dropped his beyblade on the ground. It began spinning next to him as she looked deeply into her eyes. He put up his other hand on the other side of her and looked at her even more intensely. Without saying a word, his beyblade flew up and cut off the sleeve of her jacket. She kicked it to the other side of the room as soon as it landed but it came back and cut off her other sleeve.
"Make it stop." She shouted at Tala.
"She does what he wants. And what she wants is your clothes on the floor, and to be honest… I want that too." He smiled as his beyblade cut down the front of her jacket. It fell in tatters to the ground, leaving her black bra exposed. She covered herself and turned around to face the wall. She heard him step up behind her and felt his hot breath on her cold back and neck. She felt him unclip her bra and that fell to the ground too. She heard the beyblade one more time, cutting through her pants. With a gust of cold air, it fell to the floor. There was a moment of silence as he ran his hand up her cold spine. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as he reached the nape of neck. She heard him pick up his beyblade and pocket it. Then she heard something hit the ground and she knew she had heard that sound before. It was a belt buckle. She peered over her shoulder to see him standing close behind her shirtless and obviously, pantless too. He leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder. He kissed it softly, working his way to her neck and throat. She felt the twinge of ecstasy galloping up her spine. When it reached boiling point, she unintentionally arched her back and leaned up against him. She felt his strong, hot chest against her back. Why were all these Russian men hot to the touch? She felt him run his hands down her sides and reach her hips and pulled her roughly back against his body. He reached around and locked his hands around her hips. She knew what was coming next as she heard his beyblade. It cut her underwear off with the blade edge. The flimsy piece of material fell to the ground slowly. She swallowed hard and waited for his kiss but all she felt was the sting of the blade cutting her skin. It was such an exquisite pain she fell back into his arms and looked up for his lips. She saw them, smiling at her. He bent down and kissed them. She bit down gently on his bottom lip, drawing a drop of blood. He broke the kiss and reached inside his mouth and took out a blood covered finger. She smiled at him as he lifted her up, reached around her waist and turned her to face him. He smiled and she smiled back. He kissed her powerfully and she kissed back just as forcefully. She felt him run his hands to her backside and suddenly, he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pushed her back up against the wall. He broke the kiss and she looked at him, wanting him even more than ever.
"Looks like you're also not afraid of a little blood." He smiled at her.
"Seems like it." she smiled, before kissing him again.