Fighting Spirit Series

WARNING

Somewhere unknown….

It’s cold, dark…

What the fuck is that smell?

The smell of urine, shit, moldy water, and blood. Extremely massive amounts of blood, so much so that you could literally taste the metallic iron in the air.

Anyone would think this was a nightmare, wake-up to their warm fluffy bed, sunlight peeking through the window, birds chirping.

All that happy-go-lucky bullshit!

This is my reality; I woke up about twenty minutes ago. A fucking rat decided to try to take a bite out of my finger while I was unconscious; that little bastard became my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Barely any light, but thankfully, I have exceptional night vision, the only good thing about being a werewolf at this moment in time.

That is why I am in this shit hole; some fucking training facility in Goddess knows where.

Fourteen years! I have been bounced from fight to fight; poked, pricked, prodded, and tortured.

Do not remember much of my previous life, my parents, or whether I had siblings. I remember bright red-hot flames all around, sounds of screaming growls and crying voices.

One voice, a man whispering, “Shush, Mei, they cannot hear you cry.” He whispered against my tear-stained cheeks, rocking me back and forth. A loud, cracking crash, more voices shouting. Then everything went black.

Total darkness.

I woke up in a large cell, shoved into the far back corner with at least fifty other children. Bloody, soot-covered, clothing torn and shredded, shivering because it was the middle of winter in the mountains. I could tell we were in the mountains with the thin crisp air filling my lungs; the little silver-barred hole revealed snow-covered mountain caps with dense tree coverage.

At that time, I remember having shoulder-length ebony hair; my skin was slightly tanned, covered in dirt and blood. That was when the training began. A tall, well-built man, Titan was what the other adults called him; he was our trainer. He decided who lived and who died based on their survival skills.

Who would think a four-year-old girl, fucking four, understood what it meant to survive? I learned fucking fast.

He zeroed in on me, crouched in that corner, yanking my body up by the roots of my ebony hair, throwing me into another cell designed for fighting. My opponent was a boy, maybe sixish, who had more muscle and height over me. Titan hollered at us to fight if we wanted to live. I don’t remember much, just that I was curled in a ball, kicks and punches slamming into my body.

The boy was screaming, “you’re weak” kick “pathetic” punch “bitch” kick, after the tenth kick to the ribs, something snapped, and everything went black. I found myself chained and collared in Titan’s training cell. He took extreme interest in me after witnessing what he called a “marvelous slaughter” with a sinister laugh.

Eye roll..

Titan broke me mentally and physically, so that all I cared about was surviving and blood. The nastier, the better the reward. I would get to sleep on a mattress, even though it smelled foul, or was covered in stains and human bodily fluids. It was still better than the hard, cold, wet dirt floor of my cell.

Punishment was brutal at first. Do you know how skin sounds being ripped apart by a silver-laced whip with hooks braided in the ends?

Imagine a dog ripping into a piece of bloody steak, tearing, shredding, and snapping of tendons and fibers. Yeah, what a joyous treatment for not creating a bloody mess during a fight or getting the balls to defy an order.

Yea, me.

The first time Titan broke my jaw was riveting. A goliath fist smashing into my ten-year-old jaw, hearing the loud crunch and cracking resonate through my head, ears popping from the sheer force of contact.

I managed to stay conscious to witness my blood splattering over the walls. Titan standing there unleashing blow after blow, covering his body in dark crimson streams and splatters.

This is when my body stopped processing pain, turning me into a bloodthirsty fighter. I would be damned if I let anyone break me. At least I had someone to shoot the shit with when I was not fighting, or having the shit beaten out of me.

Max was a wolf-bear hybrid with one green eye and the other an amber gold color. Besides being an egotistical jerk, he was a good laugh. He was two years older, tall for his age, and well built. Right around the time he was supposed to turn eighteen, he was sent away.

Titan said he got top dollar for that boy. This was the same time Titan started noticing me in a different kind of way. At first, it was just a little rubbing and grabbing, but then one night he summoned me to the main house. I was bathed in honey and jasmine oils, provided a well-fitted blue silk gown with a low v-back revealing my well-toned body.

That was when I discovered how endowed my body had developed. No longer the slinky stick girl, but very curvy in the chest and hips. Titan made a comment about my hips being perfect for bearing pups. Not really understanding what he was meaning.

I examined my body in the full-length mirror, never having the chance to see my image in years, only little reflections here and there. Nothing this clear, standing at my tallest 5’5”. My ebony hair was now past my knees but pulled up into a loose French braid. My eyes were gray-blue with green flecks that stood out against my soft ivory skin, adorned with the many scars of punishment and fighting.

Not paying attention to my surroundings, Titan approached me from behind running his finger from the base of my spine, up mid-way, before I spun around striking his face with a hard-closed fist.

His touch made my skin burn.

His head snapped sideways, freezing in place as blood seeped from his bottom lip. He ran his middle finger over the open cut, pulling his hand back to see the blood licking it off. Slowly turning to face me with a sinister smile, different from the sinister look he gave me that first time twelve years earlier. This was pure evil, his eyes darkening from the normal chestnut brown, to blacker and lust filled.

I knew I had pissed him off, but I had dealt with his many punishments, numb to his pain and torment.

I never back down, you bet your ass I was not backing down now. I held his deadly stare, until he reciprocated with an iron backhand across my right cheek. I didn’t have time to readjust myself before he forcefully grabbed my right arm throwing me down onto the bed.

Fighting to get back onto my feet, but he was faster, pinning my arms above my head, his knees restraining my legs in place. I knew screaming would be no help, so I mustered all the spit in my mouth and launched that bitch into his face.

“Fuck you, Titan.” I hissed. Squirming around trying to free my limbs from his control. “Aw, Mei, how feisty you are.” He whispered back with his sinister smile.

Crashing his lips into mine, refusing to allow him entrance. He shifted his grip on my arms, so that one hand was free to wrap his fingers into my hair, yanking my head back hard.

In the moment I gasped, he slid his whiskey tainted tongue into my mouth. Biting down hard, aiming to bite that bitch off. He growled as he pulled back, slamming his fist into my stomach. Then another iron backhand bloodying my bottom lip.

“You fucking bitch. I’ll teach you a lesson.” He growled as he flipped me over to my stomach. Holding my head down into the bed, sliding my gown up exposing my backside. Kicking my legs, thrashing my arms, just to be met with a solid punch to the kidney.

He pinned my arms above my head, while he positioned himself behind me. I could feel something hard rub against my ass, sending a cold, sickening shock through my body. I heard the shredding of material, cold air rushing against my bare skin.

Oh, Goddess, please save me.

Still registering what was happening, not noticing Titan undoing his belt to restrain my arms, exposing his grotesque manhood.

“Now you will learn why they call me TITAN.” He roared into the air.

Slamming into me as searing pain shot through my body, feeling him ripping through skin. A scream escaped my mouth, and that was all he would hear, then just pure-white blinding pain. No tears, no sounds escaped my mouth to give him any pleasure from the punishment he was bestowing on me.

Every sense shut down as darkness took over, but I was still awake. A distant voice caught my attention.

What the Hell?