Her screams echoed throughout the cold and dangerous cavern. Her body dragged across the rock floor, scraping her delicate skin. The filthy environment caused her vision to blur, all the dust attacking her senses like a plague. Her gown was ripped to shreds from millions of assaults and her throat was parched from millions of notes. The superior chucked a knife into her lap and her eyes grew wide. The supreme pointed to the man tied up, hands tightly grasped against his head, begging for mercy. She didn't have mercy. If it was to get out of here and protect him, she would do absolutely anything; even if it meant becoming a ruthless murderer. And that's exactly what she did. The scarlet liquid splattered on her pale skin, dropping the knife to the ground. Her golden eyes gazing to the superior, deadness evident in both sets of eyes. A small smirk filled the man's features as his order was completed. "Strong sense of tolerance I see. You will do a fine job here, those slices were cut with perfection." And her morality was gone within a modicum of time.