Hope
After another week of torture and boredom, I finally got to train. Now the doctors have discharged me and my ribs have finally healed, and the bruises have finally gone. “So are we ready Angel?”
“We are. I can’t wait.”
“You won’t be saying that once I show you what I have installed for you today.”
“Anything is better than being stuck on a hospital bed.”
“True.’ He looked at me. “So are you ready for this angel?”
“I’m ready for anything, Corporal Stevens.”
“Glad to hear it, angel.’”
“You do know my name is Hope, right?’” I questioned him.
“I know. I prefer angel.”
“And why’s that?” I inquired.
“Cause you look like one. Now come my angel, let’s get started, we’ve got a long day ahead of us, so let’s hope you can keep up.”
“Of course I can.”
He smirked. It was an evil smirk.
