He tightened his grip and I felt the air escaping my lungs. he leaned into me whispering in my ear, "Sorry but I'm going to have to stop you, in any way I can."

I held the belt in my hand and elbowed him in the stomach and pushed my feet against his legs scrambling away. And from a distance, I used my belt as a whip taking the knife in his hands. 

"Sorry but I can't let that happen." I whipped the metal pole above me and jumped on it running to a place with more cover. Dammit, I should have grabbed more weapons, I'll just have to make do with these ones. 

Rex called out, "aww don't run away from me sweetheart, I was just about to have fun." It was a chilling habit of his to make cold references like this one but worse. I slipped down onto the floor and made a loud noise making it sound like an accident so he would come following in that direction. I hid behind the wall waiting for his arrival to attack him in the back, he came, of course, he's too simple-minded and easy to read to know he would come. Now it's just a matter of timing it so he won't know I'm there until I have my knife in his back. 

He sneaked around the corner just as I predicted it and stabbed him in the back. But in a flash, he turned around and caught the knife with his bare hands and shoved me on the floor pressing all of his body weight onto mine, giving me no room for me to move my arms or legs. His green eyes stared into mine and when I tried looking away to see if there were any weak spots he just slapped my face to look towards him. 

It's sad but sometimes brute force wins over brains. But sometimes being a girl has her qualities as well. I stared back at him, a begging-like face trying to win mercy over him or one that a dog would make at a dinner table. I leaned upwards and did something most men can't resist, I kissed him. It's a good thing he is handsome because even though he's gorgeous on the outside with his emerald green eyes and brown cholate hair the inside of him was all bad. Even the people who made him feared him, but any sign of fear coming from me means I'm already accepting defeat. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer before kicking him in the groin. I then ran back to the stack of weapons and grabbed a gun.

When I turned around we both at the same time, pointed the guns at each other. I shot. 

"Game over," an emotionless robotic voice came above the overhead. Rex was lying on the floor, I knew if I helped him up I would make him madder because not only did I trick him, I also defeated him and tried flaunting my strength by helping him get up. 

The arena started fading away back into computer strand, even the gun that did have a real life bullet in it and was a real life gun faded away from my hands. It was a good thing they make us wear bullet-protection vests. I started going towards the exit. 

The scientists started congratulating me while James Wright, one of the gang's bosses, took Rex away. He was probably going to get another beating as well as no dinner, which is just going to add fuel to the fire for me. Before Rex exited the room he looked back at me aggressively.

It was time for me to take a shower, the walls around me was white and the floor looked like a bottomless black that gave me an uneasy feeling such as when looking down into the ocean to see no bottom.

I started stripping myself before someone came in the shower.