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Before I could take my place, the back of a half-curled fist came swiftly through the air. But my reflexive instincts were quick and I ducked away from the potential blow without even thinking.

“Oh, you dumb, little bitch,” came Jared’s angry voice, his pride clearly wounded from being too slow to strike me. So instead he used his slight bulk to shove me into the wall. “When I tell you that time’s up,” he seethed, pointing his stupid fucking finger right in my face, “that means time is fucking up!”

I was the one fuming now. Obviously, Jared was still a little pissed at me for nearly gutting him, but it was not my fault that he sucked at defending himself.

“Get your fucking hand out of my face,” I practically growled at him, swatting his hand away and snarling.

All at once, everyone’s eyes were on me, but mine were too busy staring down Jared’s. I could feel the room stiffen, tension coating the walls as Jared’s face lit up with my insubordination. I didn’t care if this warranted some kind of punishment. I wanted this fucker to see that I wasn’t scared of him, or any of them, for that matter.

“You defiant little bitch,” he fumed and went after me. Bad move.

I saw his hand coming for my throat a mile away, and I instinctively blocked it, grabbing and twisting his wrist in the most painful way. Keeping his arm straight and locking his elbow in place, I quickly pulled him forward and pressed my other hand down on his shoulder. Forcing his body lower allowed my knee to slam into his face three times before I finally let him fall back, clutching his now bloody and broken nose.

“Jaden, what the hell are you doing?” Kayla shouted over the chaos I was creating. I ignored her.

I felt rejuvenated as my body was once again able to perform close to my normal abilities. My back was still sore and stiff, but I could push through it thanks to that second of a shower.

The girls around me scattered as the two remaining guards came after me, but I was ready for them. My skin was still slick with water, so I slid out of their grip as they tried to restrain me so Jared could finish the job. Elbows and fists flew out, connecting with faces and guts as I fought with everything I had left.

Once I was sure I had the attention of all three guards, I gave wings to the escape of the other girls. “Run! Get out! Go! Now!” I shouted at them, hoping at least one of them could make their way out of here. But only two of them took off, the quiet girl next to me and Kayla, while the other two stood there frozen with fear, too afraid to move. Kayla had given me one last look before she ran out the door. Hopefully, she’d make it out and send for help.

“Shit! Go after them!” Jared yelled at the guards. The two of them then took off after Kayla and the other girl while I continued distracting Jared.

“You fucking bitch. You’re dead now,” he seethed, blood splattered all over his face from his nose, but I only smiled and held out my arms.

If I was dead, I might as well make the best of it.

“Come at me, bro.”

Before he got a second shot, he attempted another fist toward my face, but just as his arm extended, I had already kicked him in his wound, following through with a kick to the head. Jared grunted loudly and doubled over while I ducked low to the ground fast, grabbing the back of both of his ankles and yanked them forward as hard as I could. Jared’s feet flew up in the air as he landed hard on his back, effectively knocking the wind from his chest.

“Fuck! You stupid little whore!” he bellowed with pain as he curled into himself.

I chuckled as I slowly made my way over to him. I wanted to savor this while I still had the chance.

“How’s that pussy taste now, bitch?” I asked bitterly. He just groaned an agitated growl in response.

I took a split second to grab one of the clean dresses from the pile sitting on one of the benches and quickly threw it on. I was still soaking wet, but I didn’t care. I was sure a battle was about to ensue somewhere, and I didn’t want to be naked for it. I only spared five seconds, and as soon as I was covered, I raged my ass over to Jared, ready to light him up as he continued to moan like a little bitch on the floor.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I stood over him, not hesitating for another moment as I began slamming ax kicks down onto his ribs as hard as I could before I finally climbed on top of him.

Totally lost in my element, I rained down punches and hammer fists to his face, groin, stomach, and now his open bleeding wound with everything I had, his body flinching and flailing with each blow.

“Fuck! You! You stupid! Son of a! Bitch!” I screamed at him after every blow; he barely put his hands up to defend himself.

All my frustration—all my anger and rage—was taken out on him. He was the reason I was there, he was the reason my life was being taken away from me, and he was the reason for so many others. I wanted him dead, I wanted all of them dead, and as I continued to bust my now bruised and bloodied knuckles into him, I didn’t care if I beat him to death.

Everything seemed to go on for hours, but my entire altercation probably lasted only a few minutes, maybe even mere seconds. But before I knew it, I felt a long thick arm slink around my waist, pulling me roughly from Jared’s limp body. I fought like a crazed animal, kicking my legs back and throwing an elbow at whoever’s face I could find until I was turned around and slammed into a wall.

I continued my fight until I finally looked up to find dangerous dark blue eyes staring back at me with a ferocity that momentarily froze my fight response. My stomach clenched and spiraled as I realized it was the last person I wanted to see.

The owner.

I stared back at him with the same intensity as the initial shock of his presence wore off, and I quickly found my voice as anger surged through my body once again.

“Get the fuck off me!” I shouted, refusing to look at the man who acted like a second wall as I fought and clawed at anything I could touch. “This is such bullshit! Let me go!”

Before I could manage another word, his giant hand shot out to grip my throat, essentially silencing me as I choked on my own words. “You’re not going anywhere, little girl. Not after this,” he drawled into my ear.

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