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I don’t respond. I ain’t exactly proud of what I’ve done. I’ve fought boys my age, sometimes older, but all are like me, just fighting to survive. I count myself lucky that I know how to fight.

“Hey, don’t be ashamed of what you’ve had to do to survive this place,” Nash adds.

Wanting to change the subject, I dive in. “What are you in for?” I ask.

“Stabbed my stepdad. He was a drugged up cunt, and I lost my shit. Stabbed him in the gut with a carving knife. He made a full recovery unfortunately,” he says without regret in his voice. “You?”

“Same.” I cough out a laugh. “Stepdad was kicking my mom on the floor. She was pregnant. I grabbed his axe by the back door and jumped off the couch, slamming the axe in his arm,” I state, withholding some of truth. There are things that haunt me, things I am not ready to face.

“Damn. Did he survive?” he asks.

“Yeah, but he lost the use of his arm.” I laugh.

“Fucking badass.” He laughs.

The fact that both of us right now are stripped completely naked while chained up, hanging from the wall, is laughable. I’m beaten black and fucking blue, and him, well I didn’t see him when we came in, and now we are in complete darkness, and yet this is the most fun I’ve had since I was brought in here.

I think we were left hanging in there for two days with no food and water. I thought we were going to die there. We talked often, keeping each other going, although with the lack of food and water we were slowly getting weak.

The bolt on the door jolts us awake, and as the door opens and light streams in, it burns our eyes. I squint to see who is there, and as footsteps enter, I feel hands uncuffing the chain. I crumble to the floor, my muscles too weak to hold myself up. I blink as I try to adjust my eyes. Nash next to me groans as he too falls to the floor. I crawl over to him, and as I place my hand on his back, he lifts his head and we both exchange a look. A bond has been made. We have become brothers bonded in darkness.

“This is very touching,” a girl’s voice breaks the moment.

Looking up, we see Amora stood there covered in blood, a blade in her hand, boys stood on either side of her. “What the fuck?” Nash rasps.

She clicks her fingers and the boys hand us some water. We glug it back so much that we choke on it, desperate for the hydration. “Sorry about what happened the other day, but I had to do it to make sure the plan worked,” she states coldly. She looks different. Not at all like the fragile girl I encountered.

“What plan Amora?” Nash asks.

“You know her?” I ask him as the boys chuck us some blankets and bread.

Nash takes a bite of bread and groans. “Yeah, she came in the same time as me. Thought you had died,” he says as he chews on a mouthful of bread.

She smiles. “No, I was the guard’s toy. The thing that they shared around. I had special quarters away from others, so I could be used whenever they wanted.” She says it so coldly.

I frown, chewing on some bread. “The guards said fresh meat,” I point out.

She smiles. “I had escaped my quarters. The room was dimly lit, so they wouldn’t have known it was me.” I give Nash a side glance, which he quickly returns. I don’t have a good feeling about this. “We are free to run this place as our own, and we will kill anyone that tries to stop us,” she beams.

We thought we were already living in hell, but at least in hell there were rules. We knew how to survive, but what was to come was beyond hell. It became even more dangerous, and all ran by a psychotic little girl hell bent on power and revenge.

CHAPTER ONE

NOVA

My stomach rollswith anxiety as Spider leads me down a hall inside the club. He stops in front of a room, and as he opens the door, he lets it swing open. Holding out his hand, he gestures for me to enter. I smile and walk in.

“Bed, draws, bathroom,” he says, pointing them out before he turns to walk away.

“Er, Spider,” I call after him. He turns around to face me, and his green eyes feel like they pierce my soul. “Um, are you close with my brother?” I ask.

He glares at me as he crosses his arms. I shift uncomfortably. “Yeah,” he answers sharply.

I open my mouth to ask him some more questions, but he turns and walks off, leaving me stood there alone in the room.

I perch on the bed, wondering what I should do now. I can’t just walk out there. There’s a wedding going on and that would be rude, and a little weird that Nash’s sister that no one knows just randomly joins in the celebrations. I sigh and flop back on the bed. Maybe it was a mistake to come here. I should go, especially because he isn’t even here. I stand and grab my suitcase, pausing at the door. If I leave, where will I go? I don’t exactly have much money on me. I may last a week, if that. I rubmy face and turn back around, running my fingers through my hair.

“You coming or what?” a voice says from behind me.

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