The midday sun burned on Spira's neck as she watched this boy sprint back and forth between his team and the poles located ahead of him. They had been here for more than an hour, watching, waiting. The silence of the entire thing was distracting, but her eyes remained locked in a forward motion, never waivering or tapering to look at something else. After awhile, it felt that her retinas were burning from the lack of stimuli. A blade of grass dancing in the wind caught her eye and brought mild relief to the stagnant view she had gotten accustomed to.<br/><br/>She still was not comfortable to anything that was happening. The instructors were imposing and she refused to give them an inch of her spirit. She would do whatever was told of her, and perform it to the best of her ability, just to spare herself from the ridicule of the instructors. Hell, she'd even do things she wouldn't think would be modest or correct for a girl such as herself to perform, as long as it spared her the embarrassment of being questioned or her loyalty doubted for even a moment. She took a deep breath just then, shrugging off the disgusting thought of seducing one of these gentlemen. Still...She hadn't eaten yet. She had refused to eat the sludge they called food. She could feel her stomach calling to her, beckoning to add nourishment to it.<br/><br/>"Again."<br/><br/>"Again."<br/><br/>Her feet were sore from simply standing there, and it felt like she was going to pass out any moment if the sun did not relent from its position in the sky, mocking them. She slightly shifted her feet to allow fresh blood to circulate through, and gingerly knelt ever so slightly. It felt fantastic to allow herself to move a total of 2 inches before she resumed her disciplined posture. She still remembered when they had taken her. She was sitting in the library, reading up on European history. Two gentlemen sat in front of her, and started asking questions. Less than an hour later, she was in a van being taken back to her residence to pack up and say goodbye. They gave her 3 hours, and she spent 2 of them with that boy down the hall. She couldn't remember what had transpired in his bedroom, but she was in such a rush, she left him a pair of her gloves that she admired and cherished. She only hoped that he was taking good care of them, and that she could see him again. Speaking of gloves, she still felt nude without the gloves on her hands. She learned to at least ignore the thought for a few moments at a time.<br/><br/>Another order. "Again." Another hour passed.