the training was to hard I could barley move, I had lost the fight.. again... I was weak, how would I ever become the heartless killer we needed to be to be free. six days in the dark then two without food, then you had to fight one of the guards just for a small blanket. I was beaten black and blue with no reward for my hard work because of my fail in the fight.

The guards dragged me by my arms, my body running across the cold tile flooring till they throw me on the ground of a cell. my bare feet cold my breath visible from the low temperature. I could barley see, the room was small only one small mattress in the corner no blankets in sight. suddenly my body was being moved again, but not the rough pulling and tugging of the guards.. a soft touch, as I was sat on the bed. another small face peered over mine with a kind gaze.