Chapter 2 Selection

Asia was forced to get up from her feet and was faced by a beautiful woman in a white coat. The woman's hair was gathered up in a bun and her lips were smeared with the reddest lipstick Asia had ever seen. The woman was sitting in a high chair beside a reclining bed most children fear at a dentist's place. And Asia found herself fearing it all over again. It was like a warning to all her senses that something terrifying will happen.

“You never disappoint me, Stan. Nice selection.” the pretty woman said as she looked at Asia from head to toe.

Asia shook her head and turned her back from the pretty woman, wanting to close the distance between her and the door of the trailer. She wanted to leave the trailer alive and well.

Asia had not even reached a few steps when she was carried back by the same two men who carried her inside. They carried her like a rag doll and she tried helplessly to escape even if she knew the odds were against her.

Asia noticed as the old man named Stan left the room and bowed at her.

“Come now. Don't escape, little one,” the woman purred and took a new syringe from a table full of it. Asia looked around and saw the discarded ones covered with blood. She almost passed out of the sight and covered her mouth, trying to keep the vomit in.

“I-I think I will pass....” she squeaked.

“You did pass. That's why you are here but... only at the first test,” the woman said in that soft voice of hers but threatening to her ears. The woman totally misunderstood what she wanted to convey.

Asia observed as the syringe was brought closer to her. It was full of oozing green liquid.

“No.. no.. Just fail me please…” she pleaded, close to tears. Nevermind the vomit, she was already close to shitting herself.

“We can't do that, dear,” the pretty woman smiled and gestured at the men beside her.

Asia's eyes widened and tried to escape once again but to no avail. She was already a cornered rat and she had nowhere to run. The men carried her once more, her feet flailing in the air as she shouted for them to let her go. Asia was deposited into the bed and straps were placed all around her. She could not even scratch herself even if she wanted to.

“Let me go please…” she pleaded once more even if she knew her fate was sealed.

“Why is it so hard to make girls lie on this wondrous bed? The men who came in were always very eager to,” the pretty woman purred as she checked the security of the straps on her.

After one final checkup of the straps, the woman touched her cheek, the cold on her hands seeping through her exposed face.

“I lied dear. You did not only pass the first test, but the second and even the optional test as well,” the pretty woman said as she stared at the syringe in her hands.

Tears started to fall as Asia stared at the woman, still pleading no matter how futile that was. The pretty woman only smiled and put a cloth around Asia's mouth and tied it tightly behind her head.

“There is no way we would let you go.”

The pretty woman stared at Asia's arm and looked up once again, “Brace yourself dear, this will hurt…” she started and as the liquid poured inside of Asia, she added, “...a lot.”

A lot was underestimating the pain that enclosed Asia. A searing pain started from her arms until it spread out throughout her body. She screamed as pain shook her body until it was unbearable. She started to be even grateful for the straps and the cloth around her mouth. Feeling them at her skin had been the only solace at the excruciating pain that continued to course through her body. She screamed like she never did before and she ached like she never imagined before, enough to make her insane, enough to make her think that death would be a blessing to the unending pain she was experiencing.

Then Asia remembered Zane, as he was sitting safely behind that damned seat for vouched people with the bitch in his arms. But he had the look of apology in his eyes. No! It was not. It was the look of bliss that was derived from having a pretty whore on his lap. Yes. He was happy to see her go. He was happy that at last, she was not there to annoyingly follow him anymore. He was bored of her. He does not want her anywhere close to him.

Asia's mind goes blank and then back again but only to curse the people outside the trailer room. She cursed them with all she got, all her friends, even people that did not betray her. No! They all betrayed her. If not, why is she in the damned bed writhing in agony and pain.

The pain goes on and it felt like years for her until she was tired of feeling the pain and blaming and cursing the people. The excruciating pain was still there but she grew accustomed to it that she just quietly stared at the ceiling as her body was continuously racked by whatever it was they injected her with.

Only when the shaking of her body died down to little tremors did she realize that the pain had subsided.

“How are you feeling, dear?” the pretty woman asked but Asia never answered. There was nothing to feel anymore.

The pretty woman removed the straps around her body. Asia was a little bit surprised that despite the pain she could normally move her body. Or rather, she never felt any exhaustion from all the screaming. Asia touched her face and it was covered in tears. She wiped it away as the pretty woman pressed a button.

“Come in now. The subject is ready.” Asia heard the woman say and from the corner of the room another door opened and a man came out with a bolo in his hands.

What was more striking about it was that aside from the bolo being caked with a red liquid that was evidently dried blood, the man holding it had very little hair on his head. His white shirt and shorts were in tatters. His two front teeth protruding from his mouth like a rabbit. He was dirty and smelled so much like a concentrated iron.

The man smiled at her and cackled. “Are you sure? She looked like a regular, frail girl to me.”

“Then you will have your kill... again,” the pretty woman answered and the smile on the fetid man's face widened.

“As long as you start with the feet,” the pretty woman added.

The fetid man tested the bolo and his fingers bled. Then he suddenly dashed toward her, bolo in hand and slashed at her feet. Asia jumped in time and stared at the stinking man in front of her. He was really planning to cut off her feet. He swung repeatedly and the fear of the sharp bolo cutting off her feet pushed her to jump, enough not to hit the ceiling of the trailer truck.

Asia never bothered to look at the two burly men at her side or at the pretty woman sitting nonchalantly at her chair beside the reclining bed. Asia knew she would not expect any help from them.

The man continued to slash at Asia's feet and she continued to jump until her eyes started to wander around the room. The trailer truck has two rooms, one where the fetid man came from and another was a slightly ajar door where she could make out corpses. She never cared enough to determine whose body it belonged to.

Asia looked at the man again as he wiped the sweat off his brow. She felt that the bolo actually connected to her feet a couple of times but when she checked her feet. Only small cuts can be detected. It was not even bleeding. The foul-smelling man only managed to flake off the first layer of her skin.

“Wonderful!” said the pretty woman in the white coat. “She is even more compatible than I thought.” Then at the man she said, “Stop, else it will end badly for you.”

Asia only stared at the woman and the two men. Then she stared at the door in front of her, waiting for them to open it. The two men hurriedly opened the door and Asia was met by the humid air that permeated the afternoon air.

Asia knew everyone was watching her but her eyes stayed on him, on Zane, as his expression changed from that of anxiety to relief. He was waiting for her outside the trailer truck.

“God, you're alright! Thank you!” he exclaimed, like he couldn't do anything for her. He could have saved her and chose her but instead he chose to save his girlfriend.

Asia did not reply. She knew she was not alright, aside from the irreparable trust, they did something to her that is irrevocable, an experience that scarred her for life and she knew that it was only the prelude to much more.

Asia never stopped walking and Zane knew she was mad. Asia's curses moments before had been diminished to being mad just by the sight of him. She really was pathetic.

“I am going to break up with her,” he stated it like it was something that could stop her. It’s like he’s insinuating that now was her ultimate chance to steal him away.

Asia smirked. That only means Zane knew all along her feelings for him yet he just played along with it. He knew she wanted him not only as her friend but much more. But now that he’s about to lose her, he used his most effective weapon against her to stay enslaved by his side. It might have worked wonders before but not anymore.

Asia left him. After all, she never really cared if he was in love with her or not. She just wanted him to choose her above all the others. She just wanted to be the number one person in his life that he couldn't live without. But now she knew that it was too much to ask for. Just delusions.

To be continued....