The days repeated, rinse and repeat. The mornings started far too early and the days dragged on, all the while the senior leaders would yell at them. ...hey thrived on making the cadets feel weaker and smaller than them, as if they were simply roadkill. The days started with a five mile run around the camp’s lake, wearing all the gear they owned. Then followed breakfast, dry grits, one piece of jellied toast and room temperature milk. The rest of the morning was spent with trust lessons. In the. When no hum sounded on Serenity's extra sense, she knew that this matchwas over.Kicking her left leg over her head, Serenity struck at Day LaMode's thearm that her dagger had slightly dislocated earlier. The arm dislodgedfrom the socket and flew harmlessly behind the pair. With her free handshe ripped Day LaMode's other limb clean off.With a grunt, Serenity took a kick from Day LaMode's flailing legs. Timeseemed to stand still as she absorbed the force of the monster's jump,pushing her. Istared at him in frozen fear. "Sam, what's wrong?" he said, looking atme with genuine concern. "What the fuck is going on. My name isn't Sam.My name is Kyle. Who are you!" I screamed. "Samantha... " said the manin a voice of confused fear. "Calm down. You aren't making any sense."I tried to run past him but he caught me in his arms. I screamed andtried to break his grasp. Trying to secure me further, he grabbed myhand. Looking down, at the my delicate, manicured hand in his large,weathered. I whispered to him, loud enough for Gary to hear, “I love you. Thank you for letting me do this. I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I will take care of you later…I promise. I still belong to you, you know.”Marc patted me on the ass, and went into our room. I heard the door click closed, telling me that the rest of the evening belonged to my brother and me.I sat next to Gary, resting my hand on his thigh. “Are you feeling okay?”Gary responded by placing his fingers under my chin, and.