Author's Notes:

Hi all! Sorry this took so long, I've been busy with schools and stuff. But, I got a new writing program, so, hopefully, my grammars improved. Also, I've been going through my old fanfics and been trying to fix the errors there, which will take a bit. There will be two more chapters after this, then I can move on to another story, but don't worry, I'm not done with this just yet! Please wait patiently, and thanks for reading!

Pinkamena was lying in her bed, thinking to herself. She had been resting this entire time, trying to comprehend everything that's happened and will happen. Almost immediately after Discord left, she felt extremely famished. She hesitantly asked the guards for food, preferably meat. And for the next three hours, she did nothing but eat. Meat, vegetables, fruit, anything they gave her, she ate it. Not even when she was dealing with growth spurts did she eat that much, maybe it was the coma? Or maybe the transition took that much of a toll on her body?

Pinkamena moved her hand in front of her face, like everything else, it looked vastly different. It was like Discord said, she had heightened senses. Her sight was vastly different, she could see better out of her right eye, her left was borderline a lazy eye. But now she could see equally out of both eyes, even better than before. She could see stuff further away, and the closer things are, the more details she notices. She could see all the differences in her skin, even vaguely being able to see the veins inside of her.

Her hearing improved as well, allowing her to hear every noise in her room, even the heartbeat and breathing of the guards outside her room. She could smell and taste better too when the guards brought her food before it even got to the hallway, she was able to smell it. The food tastes different too, the taste and texture of the food were in more detail than she ever noticed before. Her teeth were very different, being larger and sharper, causing her to bite the inside of her cheek and lip multiple times, causing wounds and drawing blood. But, she adjusted her chewing and the wounds healed, so it wasn't a problem anymore.

She was more sensitive also, whether that be because of the transition, or the drug, she didn't know. Everything felt different, the warmness of the covers, the hardness of the floor, it was like she was in a different body, with the memories of who she was. But, she could tell her body was improved. If she was like this in the woods, things might have been very different.

Suddenly, there was a violent rapping on the door, making Pinkamena sit up.

"It's time for the test to begin, are you ready?"

The room had been deathly quiet for a long time, a sudden loud noise like that startled her. But, once she understood what it was, she calmed down. Pinkamena hasn't had time to think ever since she got out of the woods, and now that she does, she was extremely on edge. Her thoughts were focused mainly on three things, what's happened, what was going to happen, and what she was willing to do.

She was going to have to kill if she wanted to live, she was going to have to take human lives. If it was Igneous or Blake she had to kill, there would be no hesitation. But these people haven't done anything to her, even if they were going to try to kill her, she had no reason to. But, she wasn't going to figure that out by sitting here and thinking

She sighed, realizing there was nothing else that she needed to do. She's all the time she needed to prepare and think, all that was left was the actual test. She hopped off the bed, begrudgingly, walking towards the door, without making a sound. She suddenly opened the door, slightly startling the guards, an impatient look on her face.

"Yeah, I'm ready. lead the way."

She said demandingly, acting like a commanding officer barking orders. Usually, any outsider that treated members of The Syndicate like that would beat unconscious. But, this was an exception. They had specific instructions, and if they weren't followed detail by detail, they'd never find the bodies.

"Follow us down the hall, and don't bother trying to run anywhere, there are no ways out. Just the room you were in, and the one we'll be leading you to."

One of the guards said bluntly, no tone or emotion in their voice. They looked identical to the guards that were around Igneous, the exception being the one on the left had a darker brown hair. She didn't say anything, she only nodded. They turned their backs to her and began to walk down the long, dark hallway, leading her to the end.

She followed morbidly, she felt fearless, like there was no weight on her. She only felt acceptance, as she realized this is what everything was building up to, this was the big finale. The woods, the torture, the experiments, those were all prepping her for a battle royale, and she was ready.

They led her to the end of the hallway, a steel door at the end. Not a new one either, it looked old and beaten down, stains covering it up and down. Some rust, some blood, the rest were indistinguishable. It was the kind of door you'd see in a torture dungeon, covered in the blood of the multiple people who have suffered on the other side.

Any normal human would have been afraid, terrified, even. The sight of blood and everything that's happened should have shaken her to her core. But no, Pinkamena wasn't afraid, she was excited, she could barely hold back a smile. One of the guards opened the door, gesturing her to go through. The other side of the door was dark, but she didn't hesitate. She walked through the door, allowing herself to enter the darkness, the door to freedom shut behind her.

There was silence, for what felt like a long time. The darkness was the only thing in sight, and it was alluring. Suddenly, there was a loud clicking noise and a bright flash of light, causing Pinkamena to flinch, closing her eyes. She slowly opened them, revealing the room in front of her. The first thing she could compare it to was a gladiator ring, but bigger. Somehow, this was more modern, like it was made just for this era.

It was huge, undoubtedly the largest room Pinkamena's ever seen. The walls were a dark brown, scratches of silver spread out on the walls. The floor and concrete were made out of concrete, making gray, brown, and silver the only colors of the room. Well, except for the bloodstains, most varying in old and new ones. Dents were on the walls, fragments of bone and pieces of skin could be seen on the walls and floor, this wasn't just a gladiator pit, this was a graveyard.

She looked around more, noticing the emptiness. The room was pretty much the same, except for one thing, a bunker. Sort of, it had the structure of one, but if she had to guess, it was used to see the bloodshed inside. The size was ridiculous, going from one side of the wall to the other. It was made out of a dark metal, almost black. Compared to the rest of the room, it was new. There were no bloodstains or dents, nothing indicating it's age.

The light source for the room was on top of the bunker, spotlights. They were massive, easily two or three feet bigger than herself. It was impossible to tell the color or details, the light they were emitting made it difficult to focus on them. There were several of them spread on top of it, providing most of the light for the room. But, Pinkamena noticed there were spotlights on the roof, giving light to areas that usually couldn't be.

The most noticeable thing about the bunker, other than its cleanness, was the window. It was gigantic, stretching across both sides of it, practically confirming Pinkamena's assumption of it being an observation room. It was tinted, making it impossible for her to see inside. But she knew it, the feeling of his eyes piercing through her soul felt familiar. Igneous was on the other side of that glass, watching her, eager to see what she'll do. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was there. Blake and Discord probably were as well, but she couldn't feel their stares. Either because they weren't, or she just didn't care.

She was considering going up to the glass and trying to look through it, but she didn't. Not because she had second thoughts, but because there was a sudden voice in the room, a familiar voice.

"Hello, Pinkamena."

The voice was loud and echoed throughout the room, most likely from an intercom in the room somewhere. Most likely behind one of the spotlights, or maybe it was hidden somewhere else, but it didn't matter. The intercom didn't matter, no, the voice that was coming out of it did. That tone, the deepness of it, that was Igneous's voice. He was on the other side of that intercom, so close to her, rage was coursing through her.

"You look much different than when I last saw you in the woods, not a broken teen racked with guilt over her poor, weak, dead sisters."

Igneous said tauntingly, his voice echoing. She ground her teeth, clenching her fist as her nails dug into her hand, drawing blood. She could feel her blood boiling like she could explode with rage at any second.

"I can see your hatred for me is still burning strong, that's good. Channel that rage, your enemies certainly will."

Suddenly, there was a new sound in the room, the sound of something mechanical. It was coming from above her, she looked up curiously, her rage still there, but not focusing on it. When she looked up, she noticed some lowering from the roof. From what she could see, it was a small, wooden platform, almost a table without the legs. It had chains attached to both sides of it, which lead back up to the roof. Pinkamena began to walk toward where it was lowering too, curious what its purpose was.

"You will be facing dozens of enemies, each of them has advantages you don't. Battle experience, a variety of moves and techniques, almost all have killed before, and they far outnumber you. But, most importantly, they have motivation. The one who kills you will be rewarded one million dollars, the proof being your heart in their hands."

He spoke sadistically, the tone in his voice similar to Blake's. It was like he wasn't taking it seriously, trying to provoke her. Pinkamena had made it to the spot the platform was going to be, she stood there patiently, waiting for it to arrive.

"Now, even I would have trouble against such unfair advantages. You've barely killed more than feral mutts, while they've been fine tuned by real battle. So, to make things more even, I'm going to give you an advantage they don't have, weapons."

As if on cue, it stopped above the floor. Right under Pinkamena's stomach, hovering above the ground. She looked down at it, revealing everything on top of it, making her eyes widen. To the left, was a machete. It looked brand new, the handle looked clean and polished, while the edges looked sharp, like just touching them would leave a deep cut. In the middle was a small, black pistol, similar to the ones the guards had. There was nothing special about it, no attachments or markings, nothing that made it special. It was just a small, black pistol.

To the right, there was, technically, two things. A small pair of brass knuckles, something Pinkamena never expected to see outside of TV. Like the pistol, there was nothing special about it. Most would have indentions or something on them, but no, this one was completely blank. The one thing all three of these had in common was how new they all seemed, to the point where there was nothing on them. They were all in mint condition, waiting to taste blood.

"Each of these weapons is more than capable of killing a man, and they've all been prepared to do so. The machete has been cleaned and sharpened, able to completely decapitate someone, or whatever else you want to do. The pistol has been taken apart and thoroughly cleaned, but, counting the one in the chamber, is limited to ten bullets. Your enemies don't know that, so you could use that to your advantage by making them think you have more. Then again, there are a few gun freaks in there, so that probably won't work. I suppose, if you're desperate enough, you could beat them with it. Or try, anyway.

The last is pretty simple, brass knuckles. You put them on your fist and beat your enemies until they stop moving, pretty messy though, blood and teeth go everywhere, but it's very satisfying. Now, here's the catch. You can only pick one, if you took them all, it would be far too easy. After taking one, the others will be locked in by little claw things built into the platform. And before you think about trying to break them out, that won't work. Both because it would take too much time, and they'd stop you before you could. Now, I'm not going to rush you, but we're not going to wait forever. So, choose one."

Pinkamena felt her rage boil, his taunting voice making her want to scream back at him. But, she couldn't. It wouldn't do anything, and she had more important things to do. She quickly looked down at the weapons in front of her, sweat beading down her face. She had to think about this carefully, whatever she chooses could change if she lives or dies.

Yes, each weapon could help her. But at the same time, they each have cons. The machete is very sharp and durable and could cut through flesh and bone easily, but it takes a lot of energy to swing it hard enough. At the same time, it could easily get stuck in her enemies, which would leave her vulnerable. The pistol is the easiest one, each bullet capable of killing. But after those bullets run out, it becomes useless. Even without that, Pinkamenas never shot a gun before, so it's more than likely she'll miss some shots.

The brass knuckles weigh almost nothing and don't take a lot of energy to use, meaning she can attack quickly. But brass knuckles are made for long, drawn out fights, not to kill quickly. Maybe in a one on three, it could work, but she had no idea how many she'd be fighting. Pinkamena was sweating, realizing no matter what she chose, she'd be taking a massive risk. She examined each item, trying desperately to think of some way to cancel out the con.

Her eyes darted between the three weapons, trying her hardest to think of something. The gears in her head were turning desperately, trying to think of something, anything!

"Come on, come on! There has to be something I'm not thinking of, something I can use!"

She mumbled to herself desperately, her eyes darting all over the platform. She was sweating profusely, as she examined every detail of the platform. She could feel their eyes on her, watching eagerly, waiting to see what she'll do. She was paying attention to everything, hoping there was some detail she missed, something between the cracks. The wood, the weapons, the craftsmanship, the chains, the m-

"Wait, that's it!"

Pinkamena suddenly exclaimed, grabbing the machete impulsively, like an inventor who just came up with a brilliant idea. Suddenly, there was a loud clicking noise. Like Igneous had warned, there were little black claws that came out under the weapons, clutching themselves around them.

"That's fine, all I need is this machete."

Pinkamena said casually, determined to keep composure. She carefully touched the edges, testing its sharpness. It cut the tip of her finger, drawing blood, it was sharper than she expected, she smiled.

"Good, now, for the moment of truth."

She mumbled to herself, as her grip tightened on the machete. She quickly turned around, hitting the chains to the right of the platform. Like Pinkamena had hoped, it cut clean through, the sound of the platform hitting the ground rang through the room. The right side of the platform was on the ground, the chains no longer supporting it. There was a loud clanking sound, as the chains dropped on top of the platform, the rest hanged from the ceiling. Pinkamena tossed the machete to the side, landing it a few feet away, she no longer needed it.

Pinkamena walked up to the platform, grabbing the chain tightly with both her hands. They were attached to a small ring embedded in the platform, but she was about to fix that. She pulled on the chain, ripping it from the platform, the ring still attached to the end. Pinkamena smiled, she had the perfect weapon. Not only was it extremely light, making it to where she didn't need a lot of energy to swing it, but it had multiple ways to use it! She could use it pull enemies closer, wrap around their neck and kill them. Or whip them with it like slaves, or wrap it around herself for protection, there were dozens of ways she could use this!

Pinkamena wrapped the chains around her hands a few times, making her grip on them stronger. She has a sadistic smile on her face, swinging the chains in a circle to her left, she was ready.

"Interesting, I wouldn't have expected you to utilize the chains like that. Your the first to do something like that, you must have a unique way of thinking. But, will it work out the way you think it will? I'll send in three guys first, the rest later. It might work against three, but what about a few dozen? I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?"

The smile left her face, the sadistic and cocky tone of Igneous filled her with unyielding rage. Her eyebrows furrowed as her grip on the chains tightened, she felt her body tense up, she was going to kill him, no matter what. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the room. It sounded like a drawbridge opening, but smaller. Directly across from her, the walls began to open up. It started to split in the middle, one side going left while the other goes right. It was too dark for her to see into, but it was probably a secret room meant to hold people, this was where the thugs being paid to kill her were.

The walls stopped moving, showing just how large the room was. Pinkamena peered into the darkness, looking for anything. As if on cue, three human figures started stepping out of the darkness. It wasn't long before they stepped out of the darkness, noticing Pinkamena almost immediately.

"Really? That's the big bounty? I was expecting some big shot criminal, not some frail, teenage girl!"

The one on the left exclaimed, a sarcastic and surprised tone in his voice. His voice had a weird pitch, somewhere between pubescent teen and forty-year-old woman, making him very annoying to hear the talk. He was somewhat short, looking to be around five-six for his height, and had no muscle to be seen. He had curly brown hair, it poked out in multiple directions, meaning he didn't care for personal hygiene. He had no facial hair, nothing on his face seemed to stick out. His eyes were a dark brown; the pupils were very constricted, he probably took something before coming in. Strangely, he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, as if this was something casual for him.

"Even if it was, it's not like your puny ass would've been able to kill them. You should be happy; that'll be the easiest million you've ever made."

The one on the right said, in a more obnoxious tone. The one on the right was noticeably bigger than the other one, probably five eleven in height, with noticeable muscles. The hair was long and blonde; it looked like it spent hours being groomed, something that probably happens daily. Piercing blue eyes and no facial hair, were the features that poked out the most. Like a certain someone Pinkamena despised, he was wearing a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, a long pair of black jeans to go with it. His voice was normal, except for a thick British accent, he reminded her too much of Blake.

"Shut up! You two sound like bitches complaining about who has the biggest dick. Well, the answer is me! It doesn't matter whether it's some guy who thinks he's tough shit or some chick. We're getting paid to kill'em, so let's do just that, and let's enjoy it!"

The guy in the middle barked, his voice boomed over the others. He was massive, at least six five. His arms didn't look like normal at all; they looked giant tree trunks! He wore a small, sleeveless black shirt, revealing his massive body size. His jet black hair combed back, the rest of his face is completely open, something she intended to use later. He had a broad, obnoxious smile on his face, which irritated her to no end. He was wearing long, black boots, and black gloves to match. All of them reminded her of Blake in different ways, something that just further enraged her. More than likely, Igneous chose these three to go first to try to provoke her, it was working.

Pinkamena smiled, not out of happiness, but out of rage. The burning feeling of rage filled her, no longer were there any other emotions inside her, there was only one, pure fury, and she couldn't help but smile. She tightened her hands around the chains, her eyes constricted, she was starting to forget why she was afraid to kill in the first place.

"Come on, then! You don't want to keep a girl waiting, do you?"

Pinkamena said sadistically, taunting them into attacking first. And just like that, she could see anger forming on their faces; they didn't like that.

"Well girly, I like you. Most girls like you try to run, try. But you sit there, with that smile on your face, swinging some chains in your hand. You're going to be fun. Go on boys, have your fun, but leave some for me!"

The one in the middle commanded, acting as the top dog, which seemed to fit. With no hesitation, both rushed towards Pinkamena. One went on the left, the other on the right, while the one in the middle just watched her, like a predator to prey. Pinkamena knew she should be afraid, that the risk of getting killed should have terrified her. But, it didn't, she only smiled.

The one on the left suddenly lunged at her, his hands outstretched in front of him. But, she expected that. While he was still in the air, she threw the chain towards him, intending to wrap it around his neck. But the chain was harder to throw than she expected, so she didn't throw it as hard or as high as she expected. The only experience she had with this was throwing a handmade rope around animals back in the woods, so she was prone to messing up. But she still managed to wrap it around his right hand, so it was still a success. After the chains tightly wrapped around his hand, Pinkamena violently pulled down on them with both of her hands. With a surprised expression on his face, he slammed face first into the ground below him, right in front of Pinkamena.

"Not forgetting about me, are you?"

The other one was faster than she expected, he was now only a few feet to her left. He swung at her, not even acknowledging the other guy on the ground. She was barely able to move out of the way in time, having to let go of the chain to do it fast enough, she cursed herself for only focusing on one them. Pinkamena smiled, during her time with Blake, he burned into her some facts about the human anatomy, things she'll never be able to forget. A few were meant just for torture, but most were intended for combat, whether he meant for her to use it that way or not.

Pinkamena ducked under his arm, punching him on the right side of his body, causing him to clutch his side and cough up blood.

"No, I didn't forget about that, not at all. That's your liver, by the way. If hit hard enough, it can cause immense pain and for you to cough up blood, leaving you entirely open!"

Pinkamena said sadistically, using her other hand to uppercut him under the chin. Which was a knock out point, meaning, unless they have a strong chin, it will almost always knock them out if hit there. She made sure to strike him, hard enough to make him jump off the ground and land on his back, he was out cold.

"Well, that went better than I expected, considering I was mostly improvising. Now, to finish-"

Suddenly, a hand from behind grabbed Pinkamena's ankle and pulled her down, causing her to fall forward on the ground. Luckily, she was able to catch herself by putting forward her hands, leaving her unharmed. But before she could look at whatever pulled her down, she felt a hand pull her head up by her hair and slam her into the ground. She felt the pain immediately, it was searing and made a strange cracking noise, she knew it was going to bruise. She heard the drips as the blood came out of her nose, her vision blurred after being stricken. She turned her head to the left, the hand on her hair not stopping her.

"YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH! DID YOU THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU KNOCKED OUT THAT DIPSHIT, THAT'D YOU WON!"

The ugly one she thought she incapacitated yelled at her, anger on his face. There was a bruise on his forehead, showing she had hurt him, just not enough to knock him out as she wanted. He was crouching over her, one hand holding her hair, the other clenched in anger. His head was bent down to the left side of her face, screaming into her ear, she could feel the spit flying out of his mouth hitting her face.

"What, got nothing to say now that I've got you in my hands?"

Pinkamena mumbled something, but it was too quiet for him to hear.

"Speak up! I want to hear your last words!"

He leaned in closer, his ear moving towards her mouth. When he was close enough, she suddenly lunged forward, latching her mouth around his ear. She sank her teeth in and ripped off a chunk of his ear; blood began to pour from what remained. He screamed, letting go of her hair, letting her head fall the ground. He clutched his ear, blood seeping through the cracks in his hands. Pinkamena spits out the ear on the floor, taking this opportunity to pounce on him. She slammed his head against the ground, knocking him out cold.

She played on top him, sitting on his chest. His arms were spread out on both sides, his left hand covered in blood from putting his over what remained of his ear, which was still gushing out blood. With no hesitation, Pinkamena put one hand under his chin, and the other on the back of his head, getting a tight grip on both. She quickly twisted the head at an angle, pushing it farther back than the neck can go, snapping his neck, killing him almost instantly.

That was how she killed animals, either when they hadn't noticed her, or when they were in suffering. That was different though; this wasn't to prevent the unnecessary suffering of animals, she just snapped the neck of a human being, she just took the life of a person. But somehow, it didn't seem to matter. She knew she should felt something, regret, rage, satisfaction, something. But no, there was nothing, maybe she was just in shock? Whatever the case, it doesn't matter. She wasn't even close to done.

Pinkamena walked over to the other unconscious guy on the floor; she crouched down, put her hands on the back of his head and under his chin, and snapped his neck like the other. Suddenly, the sound of clapping filled the room. Pinkamena stood up and looked toward the source. She had blood coming out of her nose, blood on her mouth, and no emotion on her face, and this was just getting started.

"Congratulations! You managed to kill two complete mongoloids! I hope you're proud because now, you're going up against me!"

The guy in the middle was the source of the clapping; he had a huge smile on his face as if he just watched his son win a baseball game. He began to walk toward her, his body tensing up, a huge smile on his face.

"Well? What's wrong? Did getting a little beat up make you lose your nerve? That would be very disappointing; I wanted a challenge!"

He spoke in a taunting manner, wanting to provoke her into attacking first. He gestured her with his right hand, almost teasing her. Pinkamena stood her ground; she slouched down like a predator about to pounce on her prey. He began to move closer to her, the smile widening. She lowered herself down more; she was now on all fours. She could feel it; her instinct was coming back, the feeling she hasn't felt since the woods.

In those woods, she had to give into her primal instincts. She had to forget everything she thought about surviving; she had to forget herself in the jungle. There were no morals, no conscience, no choosing what animals got to live or die, nothing left of the person society created. There was only one rule in the jungle: Adapt, or die. With the sole motivation of killing her father, she changed. She learned how to be a predator, she learned when to be the prey, but most importantly, she learned how to fight and hunt.

"What are you doing? You supposed to be a cat or something?"

Pinkamena was on all fours, similar to how a tiger would be when they're about to pounce. She was showing her teeth, growling at him like a feral dog. She was digging her nails into the ground; her body was tense, she was giving in to what The Woods burned into her.

He stopped moving, standing maybe two feet in front of her, his hands at his sides. He was looking down at her curiously, but at the same time, joy.

"Heh, you remind me of a sick dog, not sure where you are or who's an enemy. You know what happens to sick dogs?"

He said sadistically, taking one more slow step forward, knowing she would pounce. And like a snake lunging towards a mouse, she pounced. She jumped up off the ground, using her arms and legs as springs. She was off the floor now, getting close to him. But, faster than she thought he could, he quickly raised his leg up and kicked her. It caused her bite down hard, she even one of her teeth coming loose. The kick hit her under her jaw, causing her to flip back on land on the floor, hard.

"They get put down!"

He slammed into her chest, pushing his foot hard down onto her. The pain was agonizing, it felt like getting hit by a truck. She could feel her ribs cracking, but she didn't scream, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

"Come on, cry for me, I want to hear your pain."

He pushed down his foot harder onto her chest; he could hear her ribs cracking underneath his boot. His smile grew, she could see the satisfaction in his eyes. She refused to scream, she put both her hands on his ankle, using all her strength to push his foot off her. But he just smiled.

"You know,"

Suddenly, he lifted his foot of her, kicking her hands away as he did so. He then grabbed both her hands with one of his, pinning them above her. He then leaned down to her, looking her in the eyes, she could feel the lust irradiating off of him.

"The money is a nice reward and all, but seeing you, a hot girl too weak to fight back, makes me crave something else. So, before I kill you and get a shitton of cash, I'm going to have some fun with you."

He said lustfully, as he moved his hand under her shirt, grasping her breast roughly. She could feel his erect cock through his pants rubbing against her leg, he leaned closer to her, licking her neck with his tongue, Blake must be furious right now. Pinkamena was disgusted, but she couldn't stop him. Pinkamena was weak, and he had her pinned, there hasn't been the chance to catch her breath. She tried moving away, but all she could do was move her face. Suddenly, he aggressively flipped her over, still pinning her hands down, but the grip lightened.

She could hear his hand fumbling with his zipper, and hear his erratic breathing on her neck. After she heard his zipper unzip, she felt something hard and warm against her butt. His hand began to unbutton her pants, his grip on her hands even lighter, she was sure that she could break out of it.

"Let's see what you're hiding under those tight pants of yours."

He began to pull down her pants, the grip on her hands loosening as much as she thought it would. She took this opportunity to get loose, pushing her head forward and biting his hand, causing him to yell and let go. As soon as her hands were free, she used them to quickly push her body upward, headbutting him and causing him to stagger. He was on his feet now, his dick was now flaccid, just hanging out of his pants. She turned around, laying on her back. She put her hands on the ground; and pulled back her legs. Then, like a spring, she sprang forward, almost jumping off the ground. Both her legs rammed into his chest, knocking him onto his back. She was barely able to land on her feet; her chest was still in immense pain.

But Pinkamena couldn't hesitate, she had to take this moment. She ran over to the chain on the ground, trying her hardest to ignore the immense pain in her chest. She grabbed the chain in one hand, clenching her chest in the other. She turned around, dragging the chain behind her as she began to walk toward him. Somehow, the pain seemed to be dulling, faster than it should. She's never had her ribs fractured before, but there's no way the pain could just start to go away like that, she could almost feel her ribs mending inside of her like the injury wasn't that serious. Not just that, but she could feel herself getting stronger like she was slowly gaining her stamina back. Now that she wasn't in battle, even if it was just for a few seconds, she could feel her energy was slowly coming back to her, faster than usual. And she could feel it again, that rage, that primal instinct, she couldn't help but smile.

" Knocked out already? We're not even at round two yet! You don't want to leave a lady dissatisfied, do you?"

Pinkamena said sarcastically, knowing full well he was conscious. She stopped moving towards him, standing a few feet away with her chains behind her, that signature smile on her face. He began to get up, wiping the blood on his face. He stood up, zipping up his pants, his cocky smile returning.

"Well, you were more feisty than I expected, tired me out. But don't worry, I'm motivated to make you beg!"

There was no anger in his eyes, no lust to see her dead, just a look of excitement. Pinkamena only smiled back; this was going to be different. They began to circle each other, Pinkamena swinging her chains again, and he held his hands at his sides his fist clenched. No longer was this a battle between predator and prey; this was now a battle between two predators.

They circled each other for minutes, waiting for the other to make the first move. But this time, there were no words or gestures, no attempts to provoke the other. There was just patience, waiting for other to make the first move. This time, it was him to attack first. He sprinted forward, ramming straight into her. She tossed her chain towards him using one hand; the other was holding on to the string to keep it straight. He smiled as he dodged it with ease, quickly moving to the left.

"I saw you use that trick already, that's not going to work on me, you're going to have to try something different!"

He said cockily, gaining his balance back as he continued to run towards her, now only two feet away from her. But Pinkamena wasn't afraid; she didn't say anything. She only smiled, as she pulled on the chains roughly with both of her hands.

"I've got you now, girl!"

He reached forward, so close to tackling Pinkamena. But when Pinkamena pulled on the chains, it caused them to come back towards her violently, wrapping around his neck from the back, knocking him to the ground. He rose up, on his knees in front of her, clawing at the chains now wrapped around his neck. He couldn't say anything, Pinkamena was tightening the chains around his neck, he couldn't breathe properly, so much as speak. Pinkamena smiled sadistically; She had already won. She walked in front of him, enjoying the look of desperation in his eyes.

"I hear chokings pretty fun, wanna give it a whirl?"

Pinkamena asked sarcastically, leaning down in a sassy way, smiling as she watched him struggle for his life. She stuck her tongue out in a sultry manner, licking the blood off his nose. It tasted different, almost...good. It was strange, she vaguely noticed it when she bit off that guy's ear, but this was different. She was ingesting the blood directly, and it had a good, almost intoxicating. It tasted like a mixture of vanilla and pure sugar, something she was somewhat familiar with before. But there was something else to it, something she couldn't explain, something that made her want more. Maybe it was because of what she was now? The transformation she went through changed the rest of her body, why not her taste buds? It would explain why the food tasted so different, so much better. Is this how human blood always tasted? Or was there more to this? That was something she was going to explore later after she got out of this shithole. But now, she had someone to deal with, waiting for her.

Pinkamena stood up straight, looking down at him, she could see his face slowly turning blue. She went behind him eagerly, gripping the chains tightly.

"Here, let me help you with that!"

Pinkamena kicked him down as she pulled on the chains, making it squeeze his neck tighter. He struggled desperately, clawing at the chains around his neck, his face now turning a dark shade of purple. Pinkamena pushed him harder against the ground, pulling the chains as tight as she could. Her eyes were widening in excitement, as her smile widened slowly. Soon enough, his struggling stopped, he no longer clawed at the chains, he no longer moved at all. He was dead.

"...Hey...I did it...yay!"

Pinkamena was panting; she wasn't just tired, she was injured, even if it was healing at a good pace. She began to loosen the chains from his neck; she was going to need it. Slowly, she tried to catch her breath; she wasn't sure how long she had until the others showed up. She sat on the ground, chains in her lap, her hands on the ground, her head tossed back as her eyes closed.

"Taking a nap? But you have so many excited guests waiting for you!"

Igneous's voice rang through the room, waking from her trance. She snapped forward, standing up with chains in her hands, her fatigue now gone. She wasn't sure if she fell asleep, or they were just that quiet. But there they stood in front of her, the twenty-seven others being paid to kill her. They were all of different shapes and sizes, some looked intimidating, and others looked almost pathetic. Most looked like mercenaries, but some looked like soldiers who just came back from war. Pinkamena was frightened by this, she knew there were going to be this many enemies, but seeing so many of them that were experts in fighting and killing? It was demoralizing; it made things hopeless.

"What's wrong? Is the little girl afraid?"

One of them said mockingly, causing a few of them to chuckle. That got rid of Pinkamena's fear, replacing it with a familiar rage. She couldn't lose hope, not now. She knew the odds when she walked in here, seeing them is not going to make her change her mind! With blood on her face, a new found courage, and chains in her hands, Pinkamena rushed towards the group of soldiers, prepared to fight until the end.