They were herded out of the sanded arena with the threat of the cattle-prods. Nat eyed up the nearest guard as she tried to figure out a way to wrestle the prod from him but almost immediately gave it up as a lost cause. No way could she get the thing from him before the others descended on her, and she didn’t like the sickening way they sparked, the green and yellow crawling over the end of the vicious baton and warning her that it would hurt. A lot.
While she was prepared to put up with pain, had a high threshold, there was no point going through what promised to be agony without getting some kind of payoff for it.
“Where are they taking us?” Melissa whispered, crowding close to Nat, even though Nat had exactly the same amount of information about this place that she did. Which was pre
