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“Kren,” he spat. “I have a score to settle with him.”
“I… I… Don’t know,” I said.
Fayn turned to his other men. They finished performing their search and shook their heads.
He wasn’t there.
They eased, relaxing a little. My guess was the others didn’t really want to find him.
Fayn looked me over.
“You’re his latest prize?”
I nodded.
“He left soon after he brought me here. I’m sure he’ll be back any minute.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” Fayn said. “I placed a large wager on him only lasting until the third round in the pit during the Survivor Challenge. That was before the power went down. He escaped and I assumed he would come here.”
If I could tell them he went somewhere, perhaps they would leave me alone and head there themselves.
I thought of the place furthest from here but my mind was numb with fear. The only place I could think of was the Prize Pool but I didn’t want to send Fayn’s gang there. The girls had enough trouble already.
“The… Supervisor,” I said, my mind latching onto the idea. “He went to see the Supervisor.”
Fayn fixed me with a sardonic grin and his eyes flashed with amusement.
“Did he now?” he said. “And what business would he have with the Supervisor?”
“He… didn’t tell me,” I said.
“I suppose he wouldn’t, would he?”
His eyes drifted over my face, and then down the new ensemble I’d chosen for myself.
I didn’t like the way he leered at me, or his buddies.
“Take off your T-shirt,” Fayn said.
He removed his own jacket and let it pile on the floor at his feet.
Horror settled in the pit of my stomach. In staying put in this room, I had just condemned myself to what I feared most.
Why didn’t I run? Why didn’t I try to escape? It would have been harder for them to catch me if I’d just taken off.
“Please, don’t do this,” I said weakly.
I backed up further, now trapped in the corner with nowhere to run and nowhere to escape.
His men spread across the room, blocking any attempt I might make at an escape.
“We might as well amuse ourselves while we wait for Kren to show up,” Fayn said.
He pulled his shirt off over his head revealing the familiar scars and abrasions from countless fights.
A high-pitched squeal escaped my throat as he approached. He reached for me with his huge arms and yanked the T-shirt off over my head.
I didn’t put up any resistance. I knew how strong the fighters were. I had learned long ago not to make things more difficult than they needed to be.
