Her partially unbuttoned dress hung open showing most of her legs and gave a great preview of what had been on display tonight. She projected a much d...fferent image, sitting in the 911 in her high-heeled boots, skin-tight cashmere dress and glimmering exposed sun-tanned legs than in her usual sneaker-covered shoes and jeans. Sam turned and looked up and down at her. She looked spectacular. She tried to hold the dress together with her purse, and wouldn't make eye contact with him.Sam reached. Shed eye up and down the ref's slender frame then nodded in approval. "Not bad, They got all the ref lookin as good as yo-owch!" Just before she managed to finish her sentence, she suddenly feel the door manager grab her hand and prick her palm with a small needle. "I do apologize. House rules is that everyone has a tracker on them. Just a precaution....and easy way of keeping track of the fighters." She reply back dully, before turning and inputting a code onto the screen next to the door.. Or don’t, either would amuse me.’ ‘What?’ I asked. After that everything went black. …………. I awoke to Hunter tapping my arm. ‘Clare.’ He whispered. ‘Clare…’ I was confused. My eyes opened to see Hunter very close to me. ‘Hey, sleepyhead.’ He smiled. Sleepyhead? This was a little too weird for me. I didn’t have time to ask questions. ‘You look so cute when you sleep.’ He purred. Before I could say anything his lips were on mine. We weren’t making out. Just a quick peck before he joined me on the. Move to the next room."Most of us did as instructed, except one tall strong man. The guards came over hit him in the stomach with the butt of their rifles, and on the back of the knees with the barrel. He fell over in a pile, and through his pain, spat at them. They hit him again, and he soon passed out."Take him to room F1," ordered the sergeant. He was dragged off, unconscious.The rest of us seeing that display, hurried to get out of our clothes, and move into the next room. It was a large.