Chapter 8: Training

"Please don't kill him, please."

"Arianna... Arianna?" he said, shaking her shoulder to wake her up from her nightmare.

"Hmmm," Arianna murmured before slowly opening her puffy eyes.

"You're having a nightmare," Eliazar said, seeing the concern in his eyes. She couldn't figure out why she felt this way every time she saw the young man. She couldn't get her heart to stop beating.

"Arianna, are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

"Y-yes," she shuddered slightly; she, too, was perplexed; ever since she arrived here, she had had a strange nightmare, or perhaps it was a memory that had been turned into a nightmare. "Ahhhrgg," she screams, her head throbbing.

"What happened? Should I take you to the hospital?" panicked Eliazar.

"No, I'm fine; usually, my head hurts like this," she explained.

"Why?" Are you sick?"

"I have amnesia; my adoptive parents said they found me in the middle of the road, covered in blood, and—"

"Eliazar? You're just here, I've been looking for you; did you see my brother? He didn't come home last night," Santina said, crossing her arms.

Sabrina is dressed for a workout. Arianna crawled out of bed, her bed hair messy and her eyes baggy; she looked a mess in comparison to her.

"Oh f*ck it's six a.m.," she yawned as Santina's phone rang.

"Ohh sh*t," Santina says as she hangs up the phone and turns to face her. "My brother wants you to train, so you have to get up at six a.m. starting today."

"Train? Train for what?" she wondered, looking at Eliazar, who simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Self-defense, killing, and running," Santina says casually, pulling out a pair of workout shorts and a sports bra.

"There's no way in hell I'm going to kill someone," Arianna said as Santina handed her the clothes. "I can see how naive and innocent you are, but you have demons that can save you from this, so you need help slaying and fighting will help with that."

She reflected on what she had said; Santina was correct, and she needed to train to protect herself. "But why does Santi suddenly want me to train? I'm just their prisoner here," she started to wonder.

She began changing into them as soon as she grabbed the clothes and entered the bathroom. She was a little uncomfortable because the shorts were so short, but she had grown accustomed to being uncomfortable since she began stripping. Santina walked back out, looking at her pictures, but she realized she was gone, so she put them all in her drawer.

"Eliazar would train you, but he had to attend a meeting right now," she says, looking at him as if he doesn't know what's going on.

"OK, I think I need to go now," Eliazar said as he rushed out of the room.

"Is he all right now?" Arianna inquired of Santina.

"I guess because he's acting strange now, but it's none of your business, and don't tell my brother about last night, or I'll kill you with my bare hands," Santina grits her teeth.

"Don't worry, his secret is safe with me, but I'm curious, who was the girl he was talking about last night? He nearly killed himself because of that."

"That will never happen, Eliazar just uses drugs to relax, and as for your question, you don't need to know who she is," Santina said as she opened the door, walked out, and she quickly followed behind her.

"I guess I wasn't the only one training; there was a good mix of men and women, but they all looked so strong; f*ck, I'm the only one with noddle arms in comparison to them," she thought to herself. Santina positioned her in the queue.

She stood in front, flanked by another man.

"Everyone team up," Santina exhorts.

Arianna turned to face the people around her; they had all formed groups while she stood alone. Standing alone, she appeared stupid.

"Arianna, you're training with me," she says.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so lucky," she muttered under her breath.

Arinna then moved to stand in front of her; everyone was in some sort of position, so she simply imitated them. She looked into her eyes, and it felt strangely familiar, as she realized Santina looked so familiar to her. "Did you already?" she asked, as Santina shook her head and said, "No."

She then shook it off, either punch or be punched. Santina threw a punch at her, but she ducked it just in time. She threw her leg up, almost hitting her in the face, and then jumped on her, laying her down. She punched her stomach in an attempt to weaken her, and she lifted her elbow, slamming it across her nose, causing her to fall back.

Her adoptive father always taught her that if the opponent is out of breath, the fight isn't going to be quick.

She slid her leg across the ground, causing her to fall back two cents and hit her head against the hard ground. She climbed around and threw her fist at her, which she blocked with her forearm.

"F*ck, I can't believe you're good at this huh," Santina said as she punches her rib.

When Arianna noticed her legs were weakly visible around her torso, she kicked her legs up, trapping her head between them. She rolled them over, increasing the pressure as she realized that everyone had stopped noticing and was now watching them.

"You didn't tell me that you're good at fighting; who taught you that?" Santina was perplexed by her fighting ability.

"My adoptive father taught me some fundamentals," she explained. "May I use the restroom?"

"Oh, sure," Santina replied as Arianna dashed into the mansion. "I need to escape now, while they're all busy; I just need to find the basement where they keep my stepbrother," she told herself as she rushed to search the basement in the Mansion and luckily he find it quickly.

She was about to open the door when she felt someone grab her waist and turned around to see Santi glaring at her. She swallowed hard as she felt his grip tighten.

"S-Santi—" she muttered as she examined him, then looked into his eyes. Santi is enraged; he was enraged to the point of murder.

His pupils were about two shades darker than they were normally. She then attempted to push him away from her, which aggravated him.

He was approaching her, and she was taking steps back. After four steps, her back hit the wall, and he was approaching her in a matter of seconds, trapping his arms around her head. "Who gives you permission to be here?"

She gulped and smiled innocently at him. His rage seemed to fade for a split second before reappearing. He was getting closer to her, so she tried to push him, but this enraged him so much that he removed his hands from the wall and easily caught her hands.

She was fighting, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. He held both of her hands with one hand while the other went behind her head, causing a stinging pain on her scalp. He was yanking her hair so hard.

"Aaahhhhhaa," she screamed.