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Fists contacted flesh in quick succession. The other girl shrieking as she curled in and back away from the other. Anya , the one who balled her hands in fists only glaring back at her. ( as if the sheer act of avoiding her strikes was enough of an insult. ) Maybe that's because it was just as bad for Anya , as it was for Yasha. Yasha had been the one to earn the punishment , ┈┈ but she wasn't the only one being watched. Around every corner was a test in the Red Room. Every breath being watched an analyzed for the slightest hint of defiance.
Failure for Anya to perform the punishment would only mean a harsher punishment for them later. A cruel method , ┈┈ but effective if you stopped and thought about it for long. Eventually they would do anything to kick the can further down the road.
Not only that , ┈┈ but Anya was facing her own scrutiny from the overlords that attempted to control her. Defecting was not something usually tolerated , and Anya had managed to run with not one , but three of their prized assets had made it out in the course of her little stunt. ( they wouldn't be tolerating that again. ) and this time , ┈┈ they were going to make sure that she knew the consequences if she stepped out of line again. As much as Anya thought she could , she couldn't do whatever she wanted…Not by a long shot.
So now , Anya joined the ranks not only as a student of the Red Room again , ┈┈ but as their honorary attack dog until she understood the lesson. Where normally another girl would be put up to the task , they were all lucky enough to be spared the hurt because it was Anya's job now. If she refused to comply , ( all it took was a threat on her brother's life or even the soldier's. ) None of them were above the rules , and the ones who held their leashes were making her see that. The one comfort that she had was that Jamie was safe as long as she complied , ┈┈ tucked safely away on an undercover mission. The rest she'd deal with when she was left alone to sleep and it was just her and the memories.
Anya let out a huff when Yasha once again squirmed back and away from her , ┈┈ muttering pleas for it to stop in Russian even though it was useless. She knew just as much as Anya did that it was only making matters worse … for both of them. Yasha shook her head , and Anya clenched her jaw so tight she thought it might snap. Fists trembled , not from fear , ( but the sheer adrenaline from the serum they pumped her with to cause her rage. ) Shaking with a need to strike again.
Before she could though , she was told to stop. Anya froze in her place , ┈┈ a furrowed brow looking for the trick before looking to her handlers. Then the trick came , or rather the twist to the situation. A knife , placed in her hand by a metal one. ( a cruel form of punishment they put the whole family through. ) If they wanted to run together , they'd be broken again…together. She replayed those words that had been told to her when she got back , ┈┈ step out of line again and her whole family would end up in the fucking ground.
Her hand gripped around the hilt , Yasha too beaten to run , not to mention there was nowhere for her to go , ┈┈ all she could do was stand and face the other girl. And all Anya could do was the one thing she didn't want to do. The second Yasha was on her feet , Anya engaged. She was quick , ( far quicker than the other girls in the Red Room. ) Her naturally enhanced genetics not needing the serum these girls wouldn't get until they earned it. She moved quickly and efficiently , ┈┈ the only sounds heard were lightning quick slices on flesh. That and the muffled cries Yasha gave with each stinging cut. Anya pressed forward , forcing Yasha backwards into a retreat towards the other girls. Yasha brought her arms up to block , only for Anya to let out a growl before slicing a line across her arms before a booted foot collided with Yasha's sternum when she got an opening , ┈┈ the young girl falling limply to the ground before the rest of the girls.
Like she was a warning to the others what happened when they didn't produce quality results. Then and only then , ┈┈ did Anya finally receive the order to back off of the girl. Yasha was alive , but barely. She would live to try again though. That much Anya was sure of. She turned away from the girls , ( but couldn't avoid the hushed murmurs of shock over how she left the girl. ) She knew they were afraid of her , ┈┈ it wasn't hard for that fear to grow around Anya. Returning once again to the side that James stood , hands trembled with exhaustion , but also a mix of adrenaline that wasn't done yet. ( a problem they usually treated with a mild sedative. ) Not strong enough to knock her out , ┈┈ but enough to calm her down enough to handle.
She tried to take a deep breath in , finding it difficult. “ Is it over for now? ”
