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One day a man in black leathers came and picked Kyre from her cell. He patted her down and stripped her before leaving her in a dark room. The walls were high, maybe six feet tall, and it was a circular space that opened up to a bigger room. There were people sitting in chair carved into the stone of the building in bleachers staring down on her.
Kyre stared back in confusion. The air was stale here, full of the smell of blood and the stench of filth. The only light here was a dim glow provided by a suspended yellow orb over the circular arena.
The black robed man came in again, this time with a young boy, about her age, if a little older, but no more than nine. The man in black handed the boy a small dagger and gestured toward Kyre before leaving through a metal gate at the end of the arena. She stood confused, embarrassed almost that there were so many people staring at her. Then suddenly the boy charged at her.
Kyre ducked to the right and felt the cold steel cut open her side, she grunted and shifted slightly, offsetting the pressure to her left half. The world faded away and the light seemed to vanish. She could only focus on the young human boy wielding the dagger that was stained with her blood. He stared back at her, his eyes wild and angry. First, the shift of weight in his body, and then the turning of his feet.
The anti-mage hopped to her left and watched the boy start his lunge. The dagger flew by her, followed by the boy. Pain wracked her body and she could feel the blood flowing freely from her wound. Without though Kyre pushed forward and tore the dagger from his hand, throwing it far across the circular chamber.
She then stood against him, injured, naked and unsure. He was a few inches taller than she was, and had dark matted brown hair. Kyre stared back at him and watched his movements. Then there was the shift in weight again, his right arm reached forward and Kyre dropped under his arm and launched herself into him. The force of her tackle knocked him off balance and the two fell to the stone floor. Kyre sat on top of his chest, pinning his arms down with her legs. What little she had remembered that Belrose had once taught her fell back into her mind, once empty of the thoughts of Prybat. She wrapped her hands around his throat and pressed in with her thumbs. His face reddened and he screamed, a hoarse and terrifying hacking scream.
The boy tried to kick her off, but Kyre held him down, her eyes focused on his pupils until she saw them dilate. Soon after the boy stopped moving and she removed her hands from his throat. The world seemed blurry, and there was blood in a small puddle to her left side. The world faded to black.
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Again, Kyre awoke in darkness, but this time in a smaller cell, a private cell. The man in the black leathers stood outside of her cell bars and looked in. A yellow mask hiding his face.
"You gave us quite the surprise back there," the man said,
"a lot of people paid to see you killed and raped. But you gave them a show that was far better." He pulled out a piece of white bread and tossed it into her cell. He chuckled to himself,
"You've earned it. Eat up, replenish yourself." he pointed to her side, which was bound by white bandages,
"if that doesn't heal well, we won't be able to sell you."
Kyre picked up the bread and bit into it, it was soft and warm, sweet and salty, and was filled with juice. It seemed to fill her every desire simultaneously. She bit into it again. It blanked her mind and eased her pain, it was wonderful.
"You are going to be examined tomorrow. A word of advice, don't try to keep your legs crossed. It's better if they think you don't need to be broken in," the man in black stood up and began to leave,
"See you soon. By the way, they're calling you Emerald now. The Emerald Silence, they said. I think I have a better name for you. 'Anti-Mage'"
Of course, Kyre hadn't the slightest idea what the man was saying.
" The Enderman answered as a sort of smile grew on his face.