Elizabeth King
She stood on the mat with several men circling her. Lowering herself into a fighting stance she watched them move slowly, precisely as if trying to figure out the best attack. Smirking she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath she slowly let it out quieting all the noise around her and only focusing on the footsteps of her opponents.
If she had to stay in this hellish nightmare she would at least get to do the one thing that seemed to help. She needed to let out the pent up energy, the frustration and anger. The more she pushed it down the worse it would get, she couldn't afford to lose control again, especially since she didn't have access to her meds. She could feel it she needed her injections. She used to be able to space them out, but lately they haven't been work
