Pain. Mind searing pain. Another boot landed on Liz's side releasing a crack into the air. The deep rumbling laughter of Marcus. "If you can't learn to handle pain, little girl, you will never survive here." His smile was big and his eyes were dark. He scraped his claws down her body and the metallic smell of her blood filled the air.
Liz woke breathless and panicked. A figure loomed over her. She jumped out of bed and kicked at the male figure sending it stumbling backwards out of her tent. She went at him again kicking, punching, clawing, until he fell on his back. Then she was straddling him landing fist after fist into his face.
As the adrenaline began to fade, she registered the grunts of the man below her and her punches slowed as she looked at the blood-soaked face below her. Ka
