Zyaire
I sat up as the guards walked down the hall passing the security desk holding a female. Her face was covered by the curtain of her silky long brunette colored hair. She was a human. When she lifted her head, her lips were busted, and her cheeks were red and swollen. These men had hurt her. She was small and petite, even though her suit showed a well-toned set of legs, t**s, and tight buttocks. Her eyes were like amethyst stones, precious and clear. She wasn’t scared and furious.
They swiped the keycard, and two guards rushed toward me. I ripped the head off one and slammed the other’s head against the glass. When he fell to his knees, I snapped his neck.
The other guards rushed inside with a long black metal stick that cracked with electricity. They stuck me several times until I
