Escape

I knew it would be impossible to escape unless I destroy the remote that controls my collar and take out the hidden chip in my arm.

They didn't know I knew about it, so jokes on them.

I laid down on my blanket in my cell conjuring up a plan, adding in the times the guards change shifts and when they pass the cell. The times and places which are less crowded, and the path to the garage where I would steal a vehicle, but take the tracker out of first. I would need to get a key card to get past most doors and open the garage, and keys for the vehicle. I need to destroy the remote, which means I need to take out my master.

I know if I kill him I will never have to worry about him again, but it would be my first kill that was my own choice, my own decision. I know if I don't kill him he will spend the rest of my life trying to find me. I know if I somehow get him in jail, he has friends in high places that would help him would escape.

This man was the devil himself, but I need to get out. I have been trained to be a weapon, to disappear off the radar, to speak multiple languages, to hack, to kill, to lie, and to deal with pain.

They thought I had no more emotions, that I was brainwashed into a mindless monster.

That I don't even remember my family or my old life. But I do remember I have been acting for 3 years straight like a brainwashed killing machine and I think it will finally payback.

I am escaping tomorrow after my fight, and when I do I will burn this organization down.

I woke up and immediately smile. Then it turned into a frown when I heard the footsteps coming to my cell. I smelled the horrible cheap colon and I knew who it was.

I got up and caught the pile of clothes that were thrown at me.

"Put those on, tonight will be the biggest most important fight you have ever fought. If you lose, and if you embarrass me. I fill find a new weapon and I will take up the Russian offer for you to become his new pet. you hear me" he growls.

He was dead serious. I have never seen him so serious. I knew about the Russian. He was the leader of the Russian mafia stationed in new york city. He wanted me in his brothel.

To be his own personal pet. The one thing Daniel has not done to me is rape me. He has not let anyone touch me either. But he said when I get damaged or I lose a fight I will be sold to the man that will definitely do that to me.

I shivered, I nod and he smiles. He walks out and locks the cell without another word. I look at the clothes and it is normal but just new. I have worn only leggings and sports bras for 5 years.

Danial loves to see my scars, he loves others to see my scars. The clothes in my hands were just new and all black, unlike my now old black and stained crimson red clothes.

I put my knee-length brown hair in a tight braid then put it up in a tight bun. I know it's weird to have long hair when you fight, but daniel forbids me from cutting it. I have no clue why. He died my ends blood red, and I look like a crazed monster in the arena.

I change into the new clothes and look at my reflection in the water in the bucket. I haven't seen myself clearly in years I have a cracked mirror in the corner, but it's foggy and cracked. I touched my face wondering how scary I look.

My dad's voice echoes in my head "Your my beautiful baby girl" I knew my dad wanted me to remember that I am not a monster.

After tonight I will be a free 16-year-old girl, and I can be normal. As normal as I can be I guess. I heard the sounds of boots more than one pair coming towards my cell. my door swings open and I stand at attention.

"There she is, okay sweetie tonight you will be fighting once tonight the fight is with someone who also has never lost a fight. He is said to be undefeatable, but I know my little monster is better. Also, remember what happens if you don't win." he says with a deep chuckle. I keep a straight face, but internally I was excited to finally be free.

My dad's face flash in front of my eyes and I let a small smile form on my lips. I will be free, I will be free for my family.