I was, uh, thinking about my game plan," you lie, just barely maintaining eye contact with her now.She raises an eyebrow and then nods slowly. "Right....Well, there's something I need to tell you. I wanna fight tonight."You can't help but laugh a little, "You? Do a boxing match? You have no idea what to do! This is the men's league anyways, and you aren't even registered at all." You were used to her making unreasonable demands, but usually they were at least possible.She huffed, crossing her. Bean inspired attire perfectly, speaking wonders of how much muscle he actually had. Her father was a retired police officer and even in retirement had kept up his physique. The sweater and shirt underneath fit Caleb like a second skin. ‘So that’ll work, won’t it?’ she asked him, cringing a little. ‘I know it looks like old people clothing.’ Caleb plucked at the sweater and shrugged a shoulder, saying nothing. She gestured to a chair. ‘Take a seat and I’ll look at your cut. Obviously it’s still. She pushed the lock button on the car’s remote key, satisfied when nothing happened aside from a brief flash of the headlights. The car had been locked. She was simply tired. Again, she turned towards the door to the diner and soon stepped into the cheerful light with the happy tingling of a bell overhead. A quick scan of the diner revealed a lack of familiar faces, which illogically created in Helen a rather deflated emotion, raw around the edges. Helen took a seat at one of a handful of empty. A young warrior is kind enough to treat my lacerated back by rubbing my wounds and scars with a soothing ointment. Then he fucks me hard and brutally, as I lay tied to the pole. During the day many of the village men will want to use me and the women will do anything to humiliate the white woman, who is now the village whore. Even several of the children are taking part by throwing small sharp rocks at me and whip me with sharp branches.------From now on I am taken out and tied at the totem.