I sat up from my bed as the door opened with a creak.
"What do you want, pink haired freak," I said as I turned my head in disgust.
"I’m here because I get to experiment on you," Szayel spoke with a sly smile.
I stood up and looked him in the face, "I am not going anywhere with you," I spat in his face.
He then frowned and grabbed my mask, "Tisk tisk. You should have come without me having to use force," He smirked.
He looked me in the one eye that wasn't covered by his hand. In a swift movement, he kicked me in my gut and twisted his wrist, snapping my mask, leaving only the eye piece left.
I was lying on the floor holding my stomach and face.
"Fi.... Fine... I sh... shall g... go," I tried to hold back from screaming.
Szayel’s fractions grabbed my wrists hauling me up from the floor. I burst with a scream not able to hold it in any longer. The pain was more then I could bare and standing to my feet was not happening. The fraction grabbed me up again practically dragging me along when Szayel commanded them, "Follow."
My first mental note, “Making sure to follow his rules.”
