Fay awoke the next morning to the sound of her cell door opening. She jumped out of bed, fists up, and ready to fight and protect herself, â€œWhoa there miss. I was only bringing you breakfast and a change of clothes. The King likes his winners to look good before they die.â€ The guard laughed and dropped another basket of fruit on the table along with a bundle of clothes, â€œBy the way; wash yourself up. You have two hours before your next match.â€ With that said he slammed the door shut, following b the lock clicking into place. She let out a heavy sigh and went to eat some of the fruit and look over the clothes she was given. It was basically the same thing she was wearing now; just clean and void of tares. She looked out one of the windows that overlooked a steep rocky cliff. Some weeds grew here and there but other than that it was barren along with the landscape beyond which was all sand. Sneaking out of here would be hard unless she could sneak into a merchant caravan but in order to do that she would have to get out of the â€˜winnerâ€™s circle.â€™<br/><br/>Now that she was rested she looked around the room for anything she could use as a weapon. After about fifteen minutes of searching all she came up with was a thick rope of which she could attempt to strangle a guard with and end up with her ass getting kicked by the others. With an aggravated sigh she did as she had been told and took a quick bath. The water in the tub was now cold but she didnâ€™t care. This was not a leisure bath and was only meant to get the mud and blood off of her. When she was done with that she looked into the reflective mirror to check out her injuries. The most obvious wound was her black eye that was already healing and had more of a yellow green look to it instead of the black and blue she was sure that it had been the day before. There were bruises up and down her arms and one nasty one on her right side where her ribs were. She was surprised she had not broken a rib. Then there was a cut on her calf from the man in the arena yesterday and when she turned it was obvious that someone had stomped on her back during her beating. She winced feeling the soreness in her muscles and bruises but she knew she had to stay strong. Her next opponent today might end up being a lot stronger then the half dead man she had faced yesterday.<br/><br/>Even though she knew better she started to wonder if he had survived the night. Last she had seen of him he had passed out, â€œWould be lucky if Bleeder bled to death.â€ She mumbled as she put on her new clothes. Death seemed to be the only escape from here and right now she did not want to think about dyeing.  She looked in the mirror as she tied her long hair back and out of her face. Thatâ€™s when it hit her. A weapon right in front of her! She quickly went over to one of the pillows which she dumped the feathers out of and wrapped the material around her hand. Then she went back to the mirror and laid it on the ground. She took some more pillows and put them on top of the mirror to muffle the sound of her stomping on the glass. The sound of it fracturing sounded so loud in her ears and made her heart beat fast in her chest afraid that the guards would hear. After a couple of seconds with no response from the guards she kneeled down, pushed the pillows out of the way, and found a suitable piece of glass. The cloth around her hand would keep her from cutting herself and allow her to have a weapon, â€œGood enough.â€ She pushed the mirror behind the screen to hide what she had done and waited for the guards to come for her.<br/><br/>Fay had to have been waiting an hour or so before two guards came in holding a set of cuffs to restrain her, â€œTorin told us that you had gotten Jenkus pretty good yesterday. I wouldnâ€™t try anything like that with us or I might just break your leg and then throw you out there for your match.â€ With that said he approached her and for a second she considered dropping the glass shard she had but the moment he went to grab her wrist she reacted. She swung out with her make shift blade and caught the man in the side of the neck. His eyes bulged in shock as he tried to stop his blood from pouring out on the floor. Fay on the other hand had already struck out at the other man catching him in the side, â€œYou fucking bitch!â€ He yelled as she ran out the door only to be met with a boot in her stomach. Once again the air was knocked out of her causing her to gasp and her eyes to water. She managed to slice open her attackerâ€™s thigh before she was subdued by three men. One stopped hard enough on her wrist that she cried out and feared that it had broken. The man whose thigh she had cut grabbed her by the hair and snapped her head back. She gritted her teeth so that she did not give him the satisfaction of another shout of pain, â€œI should slit your fucking throat you little bitch. The only reason I donâ€™t is because my King is really looking forward to todayâ€™s match.â€<br/><br/>He spat in her face and finally let go of her head. The cuffs were roughly placed on her hands locking them behind her back. The shard of glass was already picked up by another guard. Once she was lifted to her feet she saw Theraida chained as she was. The guard whose throat she had stabbed was being dragged out of her room but his body was completely motionless. She grinned feeling a little better that she had been able to kill one of the guards but her little smirk was noticed by one of the guards who back handed her hard in her face, â€œDonâ€™t get so confident. Soon you will be the one thrown into the garbage.â€  He tossed her into Theraida causing her to lose her balance and fall in front of him. That was embarrassing, â€œFucking jackass. Why donâ€™t you remove these cuffs and fight me like a real man? Or did someone already castrate you and make you their bitch?â€ It took four men to keep that guard from ripping her head off but she felt that it was work it. She managed to get her feet under her and stand once more, â€œStill alive I see. Got a nose job too? Looks nice.â€ She teased him and kept up her confident aura even though on the inside she just wanted to curl up and hide.  She had nothing else to lose anymore.  Her home was gone and so was her father. All she had was her revenge on the men who had killed him and put her here.