My body doesn't ache

I can't tell if that's something to be proud of. On one hand, it's like I'm stronger than Amber, and nothing can physically hurt me. Then, on the other hand, I realize I've only created this tolerance from years of hell.

I slide out of the wooden chair. The cool cement floor felt incredible against my heated skin. I hadn't realized how much my wrist really burned from the ropes. I can't see the marks on my skin but I can feel the bumps the ropes left on my fingertips as I run them against my hands.

I have to get out of here

My mind starts racing again. Thinking about all the different scenarios that could play out. Mentally picking out the ones where I'd die and placing them into the maybe pile.

The knife

She didn't pick up either one, both are on the floor.

I immediately start crawling, hands search wildly across the cold floor. The faster my adrenaline pumps the faster I can feel myself start to get irritated at the pitch-black room. The room was so dark I couldn't even see my hands in front of me. 

Finally, my hand comes in contact with something besides the floor, something metal. I pick up the rather large blade. It's not the sharpest tool in that handy box but it'll get the job done. I still have to find the other one, nevertheless, I know it's close to the wall. I tap the knife I already had against the floor, to hear when I was getting close to an edge.

Where the hell could it be?

I know this cell isn't that big. I know my mind is making my patience thin. I'm just scared, it's almost as if I could sense footsteps outside of the door. 

She wouldn't come back that fast would she? 

I search faster, stopping the tapping of my knife altogether. It's here. I know it is, but where? My ears perk at the real noise that comes from behind the door. I halt my searching, trying to pay attention to the noise.

"Yeah, just stand watch. I won't take long." It's a male voice.

I fake a sleeping position on the floor. All my practice as a kid has led me to this moment. When the door cracks I shift my left hand, making sure that the knife was secure. If my fake sleeping doesn't get me caught the rapid beating of my heart will.

"I saw you when they brought you in," The unknown man closes the door. I can feel light on my eyelids, "I knew you were just too pretty to sell."

As he walks closer, I start to open my eyes.

He crouches over me, taking my face into his hands, "Poor girl looks like you've already taken quite a few hits already."

He straightens up and a smirk makes it's way to his lips. His hands move to his belt, taking it off quickly.

"Don't worry baby girl, this one will make you feel good."

As he bends down, I reach my hand to his mouth. Pulling him down onto me. I turn us over so that I'm on top. That's when I sink my knife into his throat.

I aimed for the vocal cords, trying to cut them so he wouldn't scream. I don't think I hit them. It's ended up being okay because the blood blocked any sound he was able to make. 

I quickly look around, with the light on I can see the shiny object reflect against the wall to my left. I had been going towards the wrong wall to find the knife. I pick it up, placing a knife in each hand.

Approaching the door, I can hear the person pacing on the other side. If I open the door, he'll shoot me. If I pretend to be the guy, he'll shoot me. I decide to just simply knock. 

"You're done? Already? How was she?"

He's asking too many questions and my voice is nowhere near as deep as the man's I just killed.

"Shhh," I hush loudly.

At this point, I'm winging it. All I can hope is this guy is dumber than I think he is. The door opens, I hide behind it. The man sees his friend, running straight to his side.

"Romeo!" He yells, "Shit, where is she?" 

That is when he starts to search the room but it's too late. My knife had already started it's way at his head. I retrieve the knife, starting towards the door.

"Hungry dogs are never loyal, huh?" I whisper to myself. 

Two knives, thousands of guards and one motive - Getting out of here.

I like my odds

I noticed the elevator at the end of the hall. 

Really an elevator? How bougie can you be?

Looking both ways I tread towards it. I know now is not the time, but I'm beyond scared. At the same time, I'm loving every second of it. I can feel my adrenaline kicking in. It's like your floating and you don't really feel anything. 

I hit the up arrow of the elevator and the doors jolted open. As I begin to step in I notice the gentlemen already standing there, gun risen.

Directly at me

He takes a shot as I duck down and swipe his legs. As soon as his back hits the floor I take a quick jab to the middle of his chest. Stepping on top of him to get into the elevator.

There are five floors, I only need to get through one and out of the door. Then my mission will be accomplished. I press two, seeing how the basement is one. Ground-level should be two.

If it's not I'm going to cry

The elevator ride must have been thirty seconds long max. I'll tell you it was the longest, agonizing thirty seconds of my life. I can see clearly but my mind still feels like it's in that tiny dark cell. My ass still feels like it's sitting in that hard wooden chair. My hands still feel like they're confined behind my body.

It's a mental thing, okay? It's all in my head. 

The doors open, eight guards walk throughout the hall. They haven't noticed me yet, so I have to think fast. One knife goes through a guard. I take his body placing it in front of me as I run through. They fire shot after shot into the dead man's body. 

I wait until one guard reloads before I throw the man aside and make a quick jab to the neck. I've found that the neck is a quick way to get them on their knees and stay there. No one wants to fight anymore when they can't breathe. 

I almost had them all, all up until the guard at the end of the hall. If I had to guess he is well over six feet and more than three-hundred pounds of pure muscle. I threw one of my knives at him. It bounces off his chest with just a small puncture wound.

He smiles, then charges at me. I throw the new dead body I had been using as a shield at him. This was just a distraction so I could look around for something stronger.

My eye catches the black gun in one of the men's belt. I reach down quickly checking the magazines.

4 bullets and one big ass man.

I like my odds

One

Two

Three

Four

Shoulder, chest, neck, and head.

All those places were hit with a bullet. The large man stutters, but he falls eventually. My heart does a little dance as I step over his body and round the corner. The heavy footsteps and sounds of guns clashing, ruin my moment of happiness.

"The show you put on was very entertaining, honey," 

Amber sings, standing right in front of the exit.

"I have more men coming, so let's not make this hard. Just give up, Rose,"

"No."

Simple, short, and strong

It gets the job done. I've gone through too much in these past years just to roll over for some bitch. I'll everyone in this building until they kill me and that's the only acceptable option. 

"The stupid situations you'll put yourself in for love," Amber chuckles humorlessly.

"You've never been loved and it's made you cruel," I spit.

"Well, look where love got you," She gestures between us, "Why do you continue to fight me? For him?" 

Her voice is loud, booming even.

"I'm with him - for better or for worse," 

"It will probably be for worse,"