Page 3 of Ruled By Their Desires

“Yeah?” she asked them. “Then you don’t know me.” Stripping the shirt off her body she ripped it into pieces and wrapped both hands, her eyes never leaving the Cyborgs faces. She had to know there was little chance of her surviving this, she didn’t have the right training or conditioning to do it, but she didn’t show any fear. Rolling her shoulders, she shook out her arms bouncing on her feet. She’d clearly done some boxing. “Whose first?”

“Your red headed friend broke before we even touched her. Accept it.”

“She’s not trained to fight.”

They all blinked at her, like that was registering. “Why not just accept it? We’ll make it easy on you. Open your legs, ass and mouth and we’ll make sure you don’t bleed. Too much. You’ll get to like it and be asking for us next time.”

She laughed. “Wow, you clearly missed charm school. That’s gonna be a hard pass. Let’s do this.”

“We will break you anyway and you will be in a lot of pain, while we fuck you.” He started to walk towards her. The other two held back for now.

“Maybe. Maybe not. My life has been nothing but pain. This will be a walk in the park compared to that. I choose to go out fighting.”

She did. Taking the first one out at the knee and a punch to the neck, he’d not expected the move and nor had they. But the hits reached her eventually and she was limping by the time the first one was down, the second one stepped up. They were stronger and taller, but she was faster and lighter. A punch to the balls caught number two and he went down, but he swung out and broke her arm in the process. She held in the scream well trying not to show her damage, but it was obvious she was hit bad.

Number three stepped forward. She had to know she had no chance now. But she didn’t waver. Taking the shirt from her damaged hand she tied her broken arm to her side. It was useless to her and she knew it. Her calm expression belaying the pain she had to be in as he came towards her. It was clear she was right. She was used to pain.

She didn’t wait for him to attack. She knew the other two would be recovering fast. She fainted left then right, then took a running leap off the wall going straight at him, using her own propulsion she launched and punched her good fist, right into his neck before pushing back fast to her feet. He staggered then hit the deck out cold. Had she had the right equipment, all three would be dead.

She smiled and turned to the camera in the room. She knew they were watching. And gave them the finger. Marcus thought he’d have liked to have trained this one. She was all guts and glory. Then she turned to her attackers knowing this time she wouldn’t be so lucky as they started to come around.

They beat her senseless and left her bloody, broken and unconscious on the floor. But they walked away limping. If they had a brain that worked, they would have appreciated how she’d gone out and had more respect for her, but he knew their programming would stop that.

All that resided there was blind obedience to the Hive.

Over the next half hour, they tried to get information out of him while he held out waiting for the cavalry. They were taking their sweet fucking time. Pulling off him at last, they left leaving him with two guards. He watched the vid screen now displaying another cell as three other KC moved in on the one person that really mattered to him.

The other female security agent. The reason he was here. Moon.

They clearly needed more entertainment. He doubted they would find it there. The monitor showed her on the screen serene, waiting, showing no fear. His heart clenched. He’d been to blame for this, she’d run from him as well as wanting to do some good. And he’d approved the mission because it was what she’d wanted.

And he’d had no choice but to come for her, knowing that and wanting her.

He gripped the seat and covertly testing the restraints. He needed to break free and now. Her calm at what she faced amazed him. Sitting there on the table in a yoga pose, eyes closed, like she had all the time in the world and nothing to worry about. The other woman was cool, but he knew this one well, She was ice when she needed to be. Uncoiling like a cobra she put both feet firmly on the floor as they came into the room. Her jacket was already off folded on the table next to her.

“My turn?” she asked, and he realised then, she had to have heard what they’d done to the other one. Maybe even what he’d done to Sarah. He closed his eyes for a second. Not for the first time wishing his life was different. Burying his own needs and wants he focused on the woman in that room. And still, she looked calm, in control and his pride at her retaining her training faced with such odds swelled. She was magnificent.

“Yeah, she’s broken.” They told her.

She smiled at them coldly. “Naw. She never broke. She fought every second. You only won because you ganged up on her and she needs some more training on killing your asses, 3 of you to take down 1 human female. Rather sad…. for the ‘better’ creation don’t you think? And you’re going to pay for that.” She was bating them. Amazing and beautiful, and he could kill her for doing it. He was torn between cheering her on and smacking her ass and either way, he didn’t like it.

She’d make it worse for herself. That smart beautiful mouth was gonna get her killed before he could get in there and fucking free her!

He started to look for a weakness in the chains keeping one eye on the screen.

She stripped off the shirt and ripped it like the other female had but didn’t wrap her hands, just left it on the table. She also had on one of those sports tops they all seemed to wear that he knew very well. It knew it to be common uniform for women in the FHA, as well as his own fighting women. But he knew Moons to be a little unique.

“Strip. We’re gonna fuck you.” They ordered her.

She laughed. “Jesus. Is that the only pick-up line you’ve got? It’s getting real old.”

One moved forward; Marcus gripped the seat. He obviously fancied his luck and was fucking stupid. He didn’t know his girl.

His girl.That sounded so fucking good….

The bastard was six feet from her when she moved her hands to her back and came away with two throwing knives as she ran full pelt at him, climbed him like a monkey of old using the razer sharp stubby blades for purchase and stabbed him in the spinal cord, stemming him and riding him down, at the same time, she turned and threw both knives hitting the other two, both in the throat cutting the artery. Both went down bleeding out. It was almost perfect in its precision. She was a little rusty. Stepping back to the table she leant on it looking bored.

Then looked up at the camera. “That all you got? Piss poor. Again.” Marcus couldn’t stop laughing. She was fucking beautiful and it just pissed him off again that she was even here. His guards punched him in the face and left. The second the door closed he was yanking on the chain feeling it give and smiling. It wouldn’t be long now.

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