Ren's POV

Ren's legs were nearly lifted up before she let go her back straining from Kyle's actions as she glared back at him. Smirking Kyle winked. "That was a bold move." Ren scowled as she glared daggers at him.

Kyle smirked," Why thank you." He said bowing slightly his hands displayed like Katniss from the Hunger Games. Just because Ren was locked up for most of her life under the constant scrutinizing supervision of "her" didn't mean she didn't get to watch television. It was a reward for Ren and she hated it, but that didn't mean she didn't like the shows. She hated the concept of the idea being a reward and maybe a little of the actual thing. But for as much as she hated it. The scenes behind the screen gave her a sense of what life was actually like outside of the organization. How normal non-deadly flowers looked. How people interacted with one another. How they smiled like nothing weighted down on their shoulders. She wanted to be like that, but Ren was too scarred, too broken, too wrong to be like those people behind the screen.

It was only in her moment of longing for things she will never get that Ren lowered her guard. She didn't see Kyle come charging at her. Tackling her down. Her breaths halted before she quickly righted herself flipping them over so that she was on top of him. Her hands splayed his arms above him. Her knee made its way to grind his cock into nothing. Then he would have nothing to boast about. Kyle must have known what she was planning to do as he flipped them around. His face leaned towards her as he smirked.

White lights, men in surgical masks, women in wearing long-sleeved gloves, they were all around her. Pain, shocks, the cool steel of knives piercing through her skin as they dragged down her body. So much pain.

Slamming her forehead against his in a rush she pushed him back against the mat her on top of him once more. But Kyle wasn't having any of it as he smirked down at her, "Nah, nah, nah. I'm always on top, sweetheart."

She was starting to breathe heavily like a thousand-pound elephant was weighing her down. As she blinked confusion clouded her mind, lights blinked as the warm blue mats turned cold and hard, as people stared to crowd around her their little instruments steady in their white-gloved hands. It was getting hard to breathe.

Kyle's POV

Kyle smirked at the widened eyes. "She was surprised he'd gotten the best of her", Kyle thought. Finally, he'd gotten some reaction from her. Kyle leaned down grazing the napped her neck. The rapid quickening of her pulse told him she must be getting turned on too as he bit his lower lip. "Mhm, you fucking taste so good." He said licking the small bite mark he left on her skin.

Trailing his lips from the nape of her neck down to her collarbone Kyle ground his hips against hers. Letting her know just how good it could feel. As he looked up at her dark maroon eyes. Her panicked dark eyes. Kyle frowned wait did she think he was going to rape her? Shit, that's not. Kyle backed off quickly pushing himself off her. "Hey, look I'm so sorry. I didn't mean. I was just trying to have a little fun you know. I thought you wanted it too..... Hey! Hey! Hello?" Kyle trailed off as something was most definitely not right if her panting breaths and dazed look said anything.

Kyle was starting to panic his fingers running through his red-infused orange waves as he tried to come up with some excuse to explain that he didn't mean to startle her. As he watched Ren pant for breath as if she wasn't getting enough oxygen. Kyle didn't know what to do, should he give her mouth-to-mouth? Breathe more air into her? Or would that just make matters worse? What if this was trauma from being rapped before, wouldn't closer contact just make things worse? I mean why else was she panicking about this, normally people loved this kind of attention from Kyle, I mean who wouldn't like a good fuck. Probably people who have been raped, damn it. Kyle didn't know what the fuck to do as he scrambled for an idea. Kyle stared back at the girl on the mat. Her black silky hair splayed out like a fan around her. Her eyes.

Her eyes were what told Kyle something was definitely not right. "You know what, screw it", Kyle thought aloud as he leaned in, he noticed that it was like she was staring at nothing. Or to be more precise like she was staring at something only she could see as she breathed in rapid breaths. Almost like little hiccups of air. Like she was being tormented her eyes glistened over. Kyle pressed his lips together. He didn't know what she was seeing or where she had traveled to, but he knew one thing he had to snap her out of it. Slowly crept closer. He bent down shaking to shake her shoulders a little. Hoping the vibration would knock her out of whatever trance she was in.

Ren's POV

They were holding her down. Her wrists were strapped in by the firm leather cuff around her ankles, wrists, and waist. She couldn't move. They leaned over her their masks in place as they sliced open her skin. No anesthesia to cast her off into dreamland to help her escape this reality as they worked on her body. As they modified her limps. Make her better, make her more qualified, make her perfect. That's always why "she" placed Ren under the table. The cool steel slab as "she" watched from behind the glass doors. It was when he left, when she helped him escape that "she" her so-called "Mother" started running these experiments.

"Please, please I don't want this. I'll train harder please, just please no. Mother please." Little Ren had tears marring her cheeks as she cried out the word, the only time she'd ever called out to that woman as "mother". But sympathy was never "her" strong suit. Ren guessed that was where she learned her impassive expressions from. The constant cold stares, the empty smiles, the cool touches as she soothed Ren after each treatment, each "improvement".

"No-" Ren breathed as she lay there on the mat Kyle's bright dashing features above her. His face wrapped in concern for once. No lingering playful grins or leering smirks as he genuinely seemed worried about her. She hated it and it was that hate. That reminder of weakness that shook Ren out of it. Maybe the constant shaking was also helping. Ren stood up from the floor as she quickly moved away from the red-haired man. But he just wouldn't leave her be. Chasing after her like some lost concerned puppy. Couldn't he tell she didn't need his concern, his worry," Back the fuck off." She said placing a dagger right below Kyle's chin when he grew too close. As he stood just mere inches away from her. No doubt to check if she was alright but Ren was fine, she needed to be fine she was not going to let them win.

Holding both hands up in the universal signs of surrender, Kyle backed off. "Hey, I was just trying to help. Are you alright?" He seemed like he actually cared but Ren knew he didn't how could he, no one ever cared about her. No one. The ones that did learned not to. Or they were dead, the darker thought skitted into Ren's mind. "Just leave me the fuck alone." She barked but quietly in her head she added," It'll be better for the both of us if you did."

Ren didn't change, she didn't switch out her sweaty damp sport bra or tights into her pajamas. She didn't shower she went straight back to her room. Locked the door and pulled out the one thing she made sure to always have with her. A button.

It was nothing but a small white, plain old button. Four dots for the thread to go through. To stitch the little thing into sweaters, coats, jackets. But to Ren it meant everything. Because despite how much harder how much more painful the punishments were and what had happened after, the experiments. She never hated the boy.

"Something to remember me by." The boy had said in his cute boyish ways before puberty would change it. Ren clutched the button to her chest and cried. She didn't cry for those men or women, not for "her" or even for herself, she deserved those punishments. No, she cried for him. She cried because she could never be with him, she cried because she would never ever let him find out who she'd truly become.