Psychos

After I make the third cut I put the scalpel in the bucket of things that need to be washed. I circle around her a couple of times and stop in front of her. I put my hand under her chin and look at her face. Tears stream from behind the blindfold and down her cheeks. I move my hand and her head drops. "Do you know what happens when a trainee cries all the time?" I ask. She shakes her head sniffling. "We cut off their body parts." I say. We don't really, I'm just telling this so she'll stop crying. She whimpers loudly and I laugh at her weakness. "It's true....Jinxx is missing a finger. He wasn't crying after that..." She cries out and I back hand her, making her head jerk back. She cries even more. "Shut up! I didn't hit you that hard."

Flashback

I sit in the chair, my hands tied tightly behind my back. A blindfold is blocking my eyes from seeing anything except darkness. "Ashley is this really necessary?" I ask, listening to his footsteps circle around me. I've been like this for at least fifteen minutes. Something hard strikes my face, forcing my head to the side. "Shut up!" Ashley growls. "Fuck!" I scream out in pain and somethings hits me again harder. "I said shut up." He says sternly. I squirm in the chair, pulling at the rope. "Have you ever touched acid?" Ashley asks. "Umm, No...." I say. I hear something sizzle and then feel a real bad burning sensation on my leg. It feels like fire is being putting to my skin. "What the fuck is that?" I say loudly moving my leg, but it only makes it worse. "It's acid." he says, amusement laced in his voice. "Andy, to inflict pain. You must know pain.."

"You're weak." Have you ever gotten into a fight?" I ask. She shakes her head. I sigh loudly rubbing my temples. "Okay then You're going to have to train." I rip the blindfold off of her and she blinks rapidly. I go around her and untie her hands. "Get up." She slowly gets up, making blood ooze from her cuts. She groans loudly, I grab her arm tightly and pull her out of this room and out of the shed. I let go of her arm and shut the warehouse doors. I grab her arm again and pull her through the back yard and to a door in the wall. I open the wooden door, making a loud creaking door.

"Follow me." I say walking down the steps of the basement. I reach the bottom of the steps with her in tow. Down her is our gym, or training area. Punching bags hang from the roof, we have a weight lifting area, and we have mats laid across the floor for fighting. I grab her to the middle to the arena. We often challenge each other to fights down here, or we hang out in the lounge down here. Either way, if were not sleeping or torturing a girl, we're usually down here.
"We'll train here. "This is where you will come everyday at nine a.m. every morning unless I say so, until training is over. Got it?" She nods, looking at the ground. "Ok, fight me." I say. She looks at me, surprise and confusion covers her face. "What?" She mumbles. I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"I said fight me. Come at me with all you got." I tell her. She swallows loudly and nods. She runs at me, throwing her fist and hitting me in the chest. She retracts her hand quickly and flinches. She has some strength, she just doesn't know how to use it. "Hit me again..." I say. "Please..." She whines. "Hit me, or I will hit you." I tell her. he eyes widen and she throws another punch, this time hitting me in my jaw. And then she kicks me, right in my groin. I fall on my knees instantly, holding my sore testicles.
"Fuck!" I resist the urge to beat the fuck out of her, I have to remember that this is training and I told her to hit me. I slowly stand back up.

Juliet's POV:

Andy slowly stands back up glaring at me in the process. I flinch at every move he makes, he's probably going to hit me for that. He growls loudly and walks off of the mat and over to a punching bag that is hanging from the roof. "Come here." I quickly walk over to him and stop. "you have strength, you just have to find how to use it. You must practice, here punch this. Just like you see me do it. He jabs the punching bags a couple of times with his fist. Making the big bag swing back and forth. Andy must be very strong because it would take a lot of force to make that 200 pound bag move. He does a few more and then steps back.

I take a deep breathe and punch it once. The bag is rough and feels like I'm punching rocks. I shake my hand and punch it again, just like Andy showed me. "Good. Keep going." Andy tells me. I do what he says and punch it a few times, putting little force so it doesn't hurt as bad. Andy notices and sighs in frustration "You're not trying..." He says, clearly annoyed. "It hurts..." I whine looking down at the floor. "It's going to, but you'll get used to the pain trust me. I did." I sigh and continue punching. What he said is not true, I didn't really get used to it, my knuckles just became so numb that I can't feel it anymore. "Ok, stop." i stop and step back looking down at my knuckles. They are red and swollen and they have a few cuts here and there.

"Now you got to work on your upper and lower strength. So know your going to try kicking." He kicks the punching bag a few times and step back. I sigh and kick it as hard as I can. A sharp pain shoots up my leg and to my tail bone. I yelp and fall down, Andy looks down at me. "Get up." he tells me. "I think...I think I sprained my ankle." I say. clutching onto my very sore ankle. It's on the same leg that has the cuts too. "And? Get up" I sigh and slowly stand up, my right ankle buckles under the pressure and i almost fall. "Andy I can't." he growls loudly.
"Fine. Training is over for today, but you will meet down here at 9 a.m. in the morning. No later Got it?" He asks and I nod. "Good."

I don't even see it coming, it happens so fast. He grabs my hair ans slams my face into the punching bag, crushing my nose. I fall to the ground screaming in pain. A deep crimson liquid erupts from my nose leaking everywhere. "That's what you get for showing up late for training today. You show up late again and I'll do worse." And with that he leaves. What have I gotten myself into?

Notes

Ok, I am so sorry it took that long and I know this chapter is not that good. But things are about to pick up and I'm updating soon, I promise.

Q: What is your favorite color/s
A: Mine are Black and Purple, what about y'all?