Resistance

Three Years Later

I stared at the two all-muscled guys in front of me and smirked. The audience had already gathered around us, forming a large circle in the middle of the training grounds. Since it hadn't rained in more than a week, the ground beneath my feet turned dry, forming a fine layer of loose sand—yet another weapon within my reach.

The two men before me sneered, their eyes running up and down through the length of my body. “Are you sure you want to do this, princess?” One of them, Efrain, chuckled. He ran his hand over his bald head and then rolled back his broad shoulders.

“Scream if you want us to stop.” Efrain's friend, one with curly brown hair, Demir, gave me a wicked grin, and a wave of laughs and snorts spread around the circle—a short and faint wave. Unluckily for Demir, he hadn't noticed that the majority didn't find his words funny. He gaped at my tight leather jacket, enforced with a tailor-made bustier, and dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. “I'll free your