Chapter 2

From now on you'd be Red Fox.

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Realization only struck us when we couldn't get what we wanted, killing our hope and forcing us to adapt. 

Out of nowhere, two men came; without words they grabbed my stiff arms and dragged my almost lifeless body like a sack of thrash. I was in no condition to fight or even survey the surroundings, my eyes where shut from the injuries I earned mere minutes ago. 

Though a certain smell lingered in my nose: a mixture of damp earth, molds and freshly cut grass.

The dragging took time, for me it was like an hour long but it could also be minutes. I couldn't be so sure; my world turned upside down in a sluggish motion.That I hadn't notice that they stopped at once. A metal knob turned followed by a grunting from one of the men. I was lifted higher to ground then spontaneously dropped on a hard mattress. 

"She'll do fine, let's get out of here. There's more to contain, common now dude," one of the two said.

"Okay," the other replied in a resigned voice.

The brief conversation was followed by beeping sounds from a key pad, the same sound you make with those old fashioned cellphones before touchscreens came. Then there was the clicking of a closing door and lastly it was quietness that stayed long.

It was overbearing; after being left alone and once quietness took over. The ringing will soon haunt you, deafened you into insanity.

Slowly I peered my eyes open, wide enough for me to check my prison. It was a cubicle sized cell. Walls were painted white like the hospital rooms. There were no other furniture, just the mattress and a small urinary on the left. The door was locked outside, there was no knob on the inside, only two small openings, the same one you see in psychiatric wards.

The sight was all torturing and I never felt that isolated before. A certain fear inside me was brewing immensely making me want to explode. The thing was, I couldn't handle small spaces and my heart wanted to give up on me.

I sighed heavily to calm myself. I crouched into a ball and contemplated hard of the situation I stumbled in, finding a way of escape. It was like a cruel nightmare I badly wanted to wake up from. I was in too much pain and it was killing me. They were everywhere, gnawing me to pieces. I didn't want to think about the succeeding hours though I couldn't possibly do that, not in my state. 

The more time I would spend with the people who abducted me, and the place where I was put the louder death's voice would grow in my ears-- whispering horrors to of unseen future.

I dozed off thinking that it might be the last day I would be breathing air. I didn't dream, everything was pitch black, as if darkness was still haunting me even from there.

Ugh. Water splashed my face. It was cold, too cold and it stung. 

I slowly pried my eyes open. 

"Ah!" I shrieked in surprise, though no sound came-- only in my head. I was naked, it dawned on me. Some woman was holding my body to keep me from the pull of gravity. Another was holding a shower over to my head. They were giving me a bath. 

Struggling was of no use. I was drugged or I could easily been traumatized from the horrid experience: pain was still all over the place, I felt it through the scabs in my skin. But, my body wouldn't cooperate, it wouldn't budge from my endless shout of: move!

And so I let them bathe me: soaped, scrubbed and rinsed every single nook of my body. 

Nothing was registering in my brain and I grew disconnected to the world. I was a train wreck not able to do anything about the situation. 

Involuntary tears run down the side of my eyes. I haven't been naked in front of a doctor and there I were strangers exploiting my willing body. Move! I yelled at my brain once more, just like before nothing happened. I felt so weak with their gripping and prodding hands. 

This shouldn't be happening to me! 

I tried to steady my heart as I took in my surroundings. It was like a school's shower room: stalls were lined on one side with bowls on the other and everything were bear open, no doors for separation.

It must be an eternity, it felt like it. After the murderous bath that I suffered from the two women dressed me in a plain white shirt and black shorts. Then two men once again came to drag me back to my cell and onto the hard mattress. It was a process I wouldn't be fond of. 

I laid widely awake in the cell after the two men left. I didn't even know if it were the same men from before, my mind was clogging with too much emotion: dread, longing, helplessness and more that I couldn't even comprehend anymore. My brain refused to shutdown, unlike the other time that I dozed off. 

I didn't know how long I just lied there looking up at the ceiling while tears flowed down my face. I kept wishing to wake up for the nightmare to be over. It was too surreal to be true, of all the girls in the club, why should it be me? Why the most ordinary girl be the one? I was being bombarded with hundreds of questions, questions that I too couldn't afford to answer.

Is it just like that? Was my life that worthless for someone with a twisted mind to play with? Am I worthy of such thing? What have I done so wrong in my life to deserve the kind of fate?

Just when the drug was finally wearing off a man entered the cell. I couldn't tell if he was the same one who beat me though I thought he was much capable of doing it too. He looked like that Russian wrestler my fucktard of a dad love to watch: bald shiny head with bulging muscles and a dragon tattoo in his right arm. 

"It's time, the drug should be wearing off now, so stand up!" he said yelling the last part. He was making the cell smaller as it was. Impatience overpowered his facial expression, he seemed annoyed. I couldn't do as he said, my body wouldn't allow me: being stubborn as a bull.

The man leaned down and pulled my ear touching his lips to it. His tongue slightly licking my earlobes. "I thought Marshall already initiated you. Do you need another beating? I would very much appreciate to give you another only if I am not running out of time. So stand! Now!" Again he punctuated the last part imposing threat. 

He wasn't the same man. 

It was fear and dominance, he was instilling me. He was doing a great job about it. I was to afraid to even move. And when I still didn't budge, the man pulled me harder by my ear forcing my body to a stand up position. Pain shot through my spine, my body was forced to stand on its own. Inches away from the man, near enough that I could smell his foul breath. 

"Good." The man paused. He seemed satisfied seeing me standing that he gifted me with a lopsided smirk. "Now remember this and carve it in that brain of yours. Understand? As long as you are here my words are the rules. Got it?" he said in a dominating voice.

No one would have disagreed if they were me and their life was the one being threatened. Of course no one would have dared to, their instinct would always tell them to just agree and so I nodded my head strenuously. 

"What's your name pretty?" the man asked furthermore as he caressed my face. It sent chills everywhere through my already cold body. 

"Jo-Jo-Jodi..." I said stuttering. 

The man tilted his head to the side, thinking. "Ah. That won't do here. From now on you'd be Red Fox. It suits your hair. Now come on and follow me."

Like a model kid, I followed his words with a robotic motion. We got out of the cell into the corridors where dozens of similar looking doors were lined up, all closed. Numbers were posted on each door. Mine was five hundred twenty three. Something inside me told that it wasn't just random numbers but they were counting.

I shook my head and followed behind the man quietly. We walked through the corridors to series of stairs and doors all going down. Almost fifteen minutes, until we came to a stop in front of a big wooden double doors.

The man opened it giving way to a large gym. All sorts of mechanism were spread out: barbels and dumbbells of all kinds and three boxing arenas at the corner. 

I was dumbstruck. What kind of hell was it? I waited for the cameras to appear and appease me that everything was just a cruel joke. Nothing appeared though as expected, sadly it was all real.

I was shoved inside almost tripping in the process as the door closed behind. 

There were about eight girls inside training somehow and six men were watching them; guns on hand, ready to aim. They were all --the girls-- the same age as me or if not much older.

"Nick!" the man yelled in one if the boxing arena where two girls are in a sparring match and a man stood in the corner, possibly Nick.

Nick signed for the girls to stop the sparring and he whistled making a man-- one of the guards--appear to take the two girls with him. Nick then hovered to us. 

"What's up Craig?" Nick asked as he climbed off the arena.

So, the man with me was called Craig.

"This is Red Fox, one of the ten newbies. Train her, she'll be needing it tonight." Without more announcement Craig walked out leaving me with Nick; his retreating back disappeared to the door entered.

"How old are you?" Nick eyed me suspiciously, a glint flashed in his eyes. 

I tried not to squirm and composed myself. I gulped the build up of saliva in my mouth. "Seventeen," I answered looking down the floor. At that time, I was resigned and I was capable of doing anything just to survive, just to see my mom once more.

"You're young why the fuck are you in a club?" I looked at him confused. He was scolding me and he was infuriated.

I stood there stoically.

"Get up!" he commanded pointing a finger to the arena. 

"Why? Why would I need to train for?" I started tearing up. I knew what was happening, I wasn't no fool. But I needed someone to confirm it for me. 

I was hopeless.

"So you could punch. You'll be fighting in the arena tonight and those tears would do you no good. Stop wasting my time and get your arse up."

Fight?