the fear

Tari hit the floor with a tug, dust scattered into thin air.

"Fuck," Tari spat and struggled back onto her feet, folding her palms into a fist and aimed it at Freyana.

Freyana's eyebrows twisted, a small smile of amusement appeared on her face before disappearing into a smirk.

This would make it the seventh time she threw Tari over her shoulder, sending her flying to the floor with a heavy tug sound.

And still with so much pain, Tari still stood up to fight every time. Really amusing. Add to the fact Freyana wasn't even going hard on her.

"You look damaged, still won't give up?" Freyana questioned, her fist held high in front of her.

"What do you think?" Tari questioned. Her face and body were already battered with cuts and wounds.

"Cool," Freyana replied.

"But not cool enough," Freyana declared.

And with that, she did a tornado spin and threw a kick at Tari.

Tari wasn't even given the chance to react, before Freyana's foot met her face and she was smacked to the floor for the eighth time.

One of Tari's teeth flew out of her mouth, accompanied by blood as she fell face flat to the floor.

"Now that is cool," Freyana smirked, and flicked her wrist before crouching down beside Tari, who was grunting in pain.

"You good?" Freyana asked.

"How do I look?" Tari scoffed between whimpers.

"Damaged," Freyana grinned.

"Fuck, I lost a tooth. Fuck, you are going to pay for this," Tari said, touching the gap between her top corner teeth.

"Yeah. You can remove one of my teeth too, that's if you become a pro fighter," Freyana stood straight.

"Get up, we are not done here," Freyana added.

"I refuse. I am fucking sore and wounded, I cleaned an entire building, took a beating, and you are telling me it isn't over? Bullshit," Tari rolled over, lying on her back with her arms spread wide apart.

"Well, you asked for it," Freyana said.

Tari shot her a glare. "I never asked to be brought here," Tari fired.

"And I never asked to be in charge of your complaining ass," Freyana fired back.

"Watch your mouth, I have a sister your age," Tari warned. Freyana rolled her eyes and folded her arms under her chest.

"What an unfortunate day for me," Antonia said, walking into the training room.

Tari and Freyana's heads snapped towards her. "This bitch," Tari sprang up to her feet, remembering how Antonia had dumped a cold bucket of water on her.

Freyana held her back before she could leave the boxing ring.

"Let go of me, let me rip that fucking face off," Tari pulled her arms from Freyana's grip.

"Girl, chill, you won't stand a chance in a fight with anyone in Veinhill," Freyana said.

Tari halted, glaring daggers at Antonia who smirked in return.

"What? Your fuel finished?" Antonia taunted, smiling at Tari's angry glare.

"Fuck you," Tari shot.

"Too bad you don't have a dick, too," Antonia replied.

"Stop being a bitch, what do you want?" Freyana questioned, pissed.

"Oh! I almost forgot," Antonia exclaimed. "Zero sent for you," Antonia relayed.

Freyana froze, her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. Tari turned to her.

"You know where to find him," Antonia added.

"Who knows, you might upgrade from being his furniture to his bitch," Antonia teased. She grinned before turning and walking away.

"I hate that bitch," Tari spat after Antonia.

"I need to go now," Freyana said, wearing her jacket.

"Seriously? What's so scary about that boy, he looks like a kid," Tari said.

"You thought you helped me with what you did yesterday, no, you only made it worse," Freyana reminded.

"What's so terrifying about him? That the mention of his name leaves you frozen?" Tari questioned, completely oblivious to the trembling of Freyana's hand.

"Look," Freyana grabbed her arm.

"Veinhill is a place built on the blood of thousands, both innocent and sinners. This fucked-up place is all about control, power. There are certain people you cannot afford to offend, and people like us, you and me, are made to obey whatever those people at the top order," Freyana said in one breath.

Tari raised an eyebrow at her.

"You cannot afford to say no, you just obey without complaint," Freyana added, already climbing down from the boxing ring, heading to the exit of the training room.

"Why not just leave?" Tari asked.

"If it was so easy, you wouldn't still be here," Freyana replied without glancing back.

"Go to our quarters, I will call Ebiere to come treat your wounds and scars," Freyana said and walked out of the training room, and out of sight.

"Fuck this," Tari grumbled.