Her eyes glistened as she assessed the situation. Her two friends swayed in front of her. They hung by their bound hands. She tried moving any muscle she could, but none reacted. She cursed mentally when she understood that they drugged them. Suddenly, a man walks through the open door smiling cheerfully at the three ladies. He spoke with delight as he addressed them. "Good morning, ladies. Sorry to keep you waiting, but I had some unexpected visitors." He holds up a head in his hand. She examines it to see if she knew the unfortunate person.

Her eyes widen when she sees the scar across one eye. The police officer who patrolled her area was now nothing but a memory. A tear rolls down her face. He was her last chance. She worked from home, so no one noticed if she didn't leave for days. Also her family was no longer apart of this world, she had lost them at a young age. Her neighborhood cop would check up on her every so often to make sure she was safe. Now her last hope was another victim of this mad man. He smiled at her. "Ah, why so sad? Did you know him? What a pity though he did his job well. Followed you all the way here. Where, thanks to you, met his demise." He laughs gleefully.

No doubt he took his time before ripping the mans head off. He walks over to a table and picks up three syringes. "Now it's your turn. Though, you ladies will be treated in a more elegant way. You see we are gonna turn you into suitable mates for my pals, but first I wanna hear you scream." Her eyes were like daggers, as he approached her friends. He ripped their shirts off their bodies. She watched in horror as he jammed the needles into their necks. "We'll see if the gene favors you two." He moves slowly towards her. He stops a foot away from her, than runs a finger across her cheek. "We have high hopes for you . In fact I was ordered to treat you with extra care." He wraps a strand of her hair around his finger, than slides it down her neck to the hem of her shirt.

She mentally screamed her disgust at the man. He ripped her shirt off with ease. His eyes lock with hers, as he leans close to her ear. "Just one thing I wanted you to remember. They would never have been involved, if you stuck to your routine." Her anger flares up at his words, and he pulls back with a smile before plunging the needle into her chest. A weird sinking feeling happened shortly after. Pain pulsed through her whole body causing her to wince.

The burning sensation spread through her blood like lava. The inability to move felt even more constricting than it did before. She wanted to scream, or writhe with discomfort, but the drug still held her in it's grasp. The man laughed with malice when he noticed the look of pain on her face. "Wow. I've never seen the gene work so fast, but that means I get to have my fun a lot sooner." He runs a hand over her skin. "I can't wait to see you squirming with pain, and your beautiful skin covered with red." Fear flashes through her eyes for a mere second, but he still caught it. Responding with a fierce smile. "No worries I'm not gonna kill you. That's not part of my job."

A man clears his throat behind them. "Sir, the leader wants to talk to you about the extras."

The man swirls around so fast he was a blur. He had the other man slammed up against the wall in mere seconds. "Haven't I told you to not interrupt me when I'm busy. Tell him that in order to get the perfect mate for him I had to take some risks. Look at her." He flourishes his hand in her direction. "She's a ten out of ten, and on top of that the gene has already accepted her like I predicted. Now tell him I am busy training her for him, and now we have two more possible females for mating. Am I clear?"

He lets go of the man watching him catch himself. "Yes, sir. I will inform him immediately." He scampers out of the room sending an apologetic look her way.

"Now where were we, my dear." He was standing in front of her once again, but this time he had pulled a cart along with him. Different sizes of knifes, saws, pliers, and other assorted tools lay on top. He picks up a pair of scissors, and roughly cuts off her jeans and under garments. Nicking her skin with the sharp edges as he did. He smiles at her naked figure. "How would you like to start?" He glides his hand over the tools like they were precious treasures.

She was so angry at his words. She forced her mouth to work, and her voice came out in a raspy tone. "For you to kiss my ass, you psychopath."

He laughs at her words. "Now, now. If you act up, than I'll have to teach your friends a lesson first. Now you wouldn't want that, huh?"

She looked him straight in the eye. "Do your worst, monster. Nothing will break me, and you can bet on that."

He picks up a saw, and smiles at her. "We'll see about that." Her eyes never strayed from his as he brought the ragged edges across her skin. She put all her energy into not showing any sign of pain. Her training will pay of for the next few days. Mentally thanking her mentor for pushing her so hard, all those years ago. She looks over at her fiends, and mentally smiles. At least for now they would be safe from this experience.

Her mind starts to grow a little fuzzy, but she keeps telling herself to hold on one more second. He had run every blade at his disposal across her sensitive skin about fifty times each. He enjoyed watching her blood fall out in slow driblets. When the constant feeling of her skin being torn apart didn’t affect her, he would dig out a steel tipped whip. She decided to count how many endings it had once out of curiosity. Before it broke through her skin for the tenth time, she had counted seven razor sharp ends. Still she bit back the pain which seemed to aggravate the man further. A few times he had lost control, and she would hang on the verge of death. However the wounds heal, leaving nothing but pink scars. She didn’t know if they had been down here for hours or days now, but she was going to find out pretty soon.

Her eyes followed him across the room, and horror set in her stomach. When she saw him standing in front of Brittany, the petite blonde wouldn't last five seconds against the guy. She saturated her words in sarcasm, as her weak voice filtered through the room. "Giving up so soon. I thought you were more of a man than that." He turned to face her, anger flaring his eyes. "Oh, did I strike a nerve. Oopsie. Guess if you were a real man, you wouldn't be torturing women in a basement." She curved her lips up in a pity pout.

Though her smile didn't last long, he rammed a knife clean through her. His lips were pressed next to her ear, as he whispered. "Don't forget that I can end your life anytime I want. It'll only take a little research for me to find a replacement for you." he started to pull back when she wrapped her legs around his middle.

While puling him flush to her body, she whispered her own threat. "You remember this, I have counted every cut and every lashing. If I ever get the chance to repay your kindness, then you can bet on me returning it ten fold. It won't take much to prepare for out little meeting, and I'll make extra sure you don't die too soon." She kicks him away from her with such force that he ended up imbedded into the concrete wall. He didn't move, and she figured that he was unconscious. She smiled to herself. Step one complete.

The kid rushed into the room, and he looked both shocked and relieved. "Now what? There's no way all three of you will be able to escape."

She smiles at the kid. "I'm the distraction. You three will run to that friend you told me about. Now untie them. I'll figure my own way out." He nods, and rushes to untie the two girls. They grunt as their feet hit the ground. Noir starts to walk her way, but she stops her. "Don't. Trust me. Your safety is more important. Now, kid, take them out the back way like we planned. I'll handle things here"

Brittany and Noir link hands as they walk towards the back. Noir stops to look at her one more time. Saying in her sweet voice. "Thank you, Ruth. We'll see you soon."

Ruth nods her head Lying for the first time to her two best friends. After they left out the back door, she started her plan of attack. She swung her body weight back and forth until she could plant her feet on the ceiling. Once she did, she pulled with all her strength. Yanking the hook out of the cement that held it. Amazing even herself when she had somehow managed to land on her feet. She ropes the ropes off her wrist with ease. Ruth rolls he shoulders, as she prepares for the fight to come. They would notice the noise down here no doubt. She grimace. "It's been a long time since I've been in a fight. Hopefully I'm not too rusty." Though she knew that wouldn't stop her right now, she was going to get out of here, and serve as a perfect distraction for her friends as well.

Ruth darted up the flight of stairs until she hit the floor level. Funny, for a place run by freaks, they sure didn't keep watch very well. She burst into a wide room full of people. She smiled when she understood their plan. Build an arena where escapees will surely show up. While looking around the room, she noticed that there was o women present. Either their wasn't any, or they weren't allowed here. Rolling her shoulders once, she curved her fingers into ready claws. Before the fight started, only one thought crossed her mind. She will make it out of her, and it filled her with determination to make it reality.