Boris strutted threateningly towards me with slow steps and not a single spark of friendliness was reflected in his face. It felt like everything was going on in slow motion. Yes, so, that's exactly how I knew this inhuman, inhumane monster. It happened exactly what I wanted to prevent. Again my heart started racing wildly and tried to jump out of my chest, which gave me animal pain that pervaded my whole body. I was terrified because I was all alone in this bleak, terrifying room with HIM. What was he up to? I could see the satisfaction he felt at what he was about to do. I knew I wouldn't get away with it just like that, because I knew I had pissed him off, even if I wanted nothing more than to run away forever and lead a quiet life somewhere else.

In addition, there were no windows in this room. Not a single ray of light to shine in and perhaps bring in a little friendliness - which was completely missing here - which would have given me at least a little courage. Just four thick concrete walls surrounding me and the locked door right behind me. Not even paint or wallpaper adorned these bare, bare walls, which made the room look like a prison. There was a musty smell in the air, since it couldn't circulate here, the moisture, preferably from breathing itself, collected on the walls and thus caused slight mold in the corners. That was enough to cut my breath away. My chest felt like a ton of weight was on it, I threatened to be downright crushed in the cool tightness under the eerie aura of him, which inadvertently gave me goose bumps and made my body shake uncontrollably but only briefly. It wasn't really easy to hide this from him, but there was no way I could let him see anything. A sign of weakness ... he was just waiting for that, only to let me fidget on his hook and never let go. With the best of intentions, I did not want to grant him this triumph. So I gathered all my concentration inside and almost emptied my mind in order to focus on my willpower alone and not give in a bit.

I tried hard to keep my composure on the outside. Which turned out to be a difficult endeavor because the urge to just run away, to flee, or to scream loudly grew from second to second and it was all but not easy to resist and just stand still as calmly as possible, to watch the footsteps and watch the monster come closer and closer. I sincerely hoped that he hadn't noticed anything, but unfortunately I couldn't be sure. The fine hairs on my skin stood up imperceptibly, which was caused by the goose bumps, as the threatening figure in front of me triggered all the alarm bells in my body and wanted to make me just turn around and flee.He came closer and closer, with every further step he took in my direction, I wanted to take a step back, but I was just barely able to suppress the desire. However, I didn't take my eyes off him for a second during the whole time. My eyes were almost hypnotic on Boris' ugly grin and I not only felt my heartbeat, but also heard it. I sincerely hoped that he wouldn't notice it, because it felt like it was pounding incredibly loud and almost made me deaf to everything else around me.

The devil was only a few meters away from me and was constantly reducing it, which only made the panic rise in me. I kept trying to calm down, but it was all totally pointless and only made it worse. My body was in a kind of rigidity and I knew if I even twitched my little finger that the pent-up panic would break out inside me, like a large underground magmar basin just waiting for it to penetrate the surface and wash the world with hot lava.

But in spite of everything, I had to keep my composure and shouldn't let anything show, under any circumstances. Anything would be better than what I would expect if it should happen for even a second that my true colors would show up, my pure fear, that was more than just clear to me.

There were now 2 steps that separated us from each other. I would have loved to have died on the spot. This slight, ever-widening grin, which showed on his face and played around his distinctive features, was really frightening and reason enough. Because it could only suggest the worst. I wanted to scream “Enough, stop, that's far enough!” But I couldn't even make a sound, my throat was tight. It was difficult for me to breathe and I felt my body go ice cold and break out in a cold sweat, which I hoped would not be noticed by him.

He was now standing right in front of me and still looking at me with that look. His disgusting breath penetrated my face and I felt my stomach twist at the smell and feel it caused. But before I could even try to give anything of myself, he reached out with his arm and hit me in the face with the flat of his hand, causing me to go down. I held my sore cheek in one hand. It hurt like hell, but I didn't let it show and suppressed the pain. He had reached a hell of a lot and struck quite painfully, it clapped loudly and echoed on the bare walls. I felt the area burn and get scorching hot and knew that his hand would be imprinted on my skin.

"What are you thinking of staying in this fight for so long? You know the rules of Biovolt very well. You have to defeat your opponents quickly and mercilessly. I will not tolerate any failure and your behavior from before, which you displayed will also have consequences.You have to obey me and, if you please, show me respect. Apparently you have completely forgotten how to behave in the arena, too, inferior, lowly creature. But what can one expect from a useless thing like you? You are only a means to an end anyway, so that nobody can discover the true machinations of Biovolt. Just a puppet with which I can do whatever I want and which has to obey me without resistance. "

I heard every single word he uttered and slowly the anger rose in me. Which was easily revealed by the way I looked at him. He seemed to notice this exactly and of course it didn't suit him at all. How could I even allow my facial expressions to change in this way, I knew exactly what the consequences were ?! I already regretted that I had expressed my feelings for a short moment, but I couldn't change it now. However, I now tried to hide my regrets, my anger and, above all, my fear, because under no circumstances did I want to give him another reason for such a blow. My head pounded as if it were about to break in half, but it hadn't even hit me with his fist. He bent down slightly to me, grabbed my collar and picked me up by my outstretched arm. This also took my last breath away, I knew it had been wrong but my body had reacted automatically so there was nothing I could do about it, it just happened. The grip on my collar constricted my throat and I had to pull myself together not to gag and cough, although I could feel the pressure in my head rise, which is why I screwed up my eyes and only half-opened lids to him looked. I let my arms dangle and didn't even try to loosen his grip, which wouldn't have helped anyway, except that he would have grabbed me right by the neck and thus bring me even closer to death by suffocation than now.

"Don't please me like that. I'll drive these cheekies out of you, you can rely on them. You are just an insignificant, feeble scum that is not even worth dealing with. So think carefully about what you are doing and whom you are facing. You should know your place and also that it will quickly have significant consequences if you don't follow the rules. I'll get it out if you screw up. "

After he had vented a little, he let me fall very roughly on the floor. But not without looking at me again with a condescending look, as if he was something much better than me, but I was used to that. But I didn't care at all because I was just glad that he had finally let go of me and I gasped for air. My hand was around my throat and was gently rubbing the bruised area where my collar had choked me. I sat on the floor, coughing and choking, trying to sort my senses again and narrowing my eyes again to clear my vision again.My heart was beating fast and hard to make up for the lack of oxygen in my brain. The world was turning slightly and it took me a while to collect myself and calm down. A little longer and I would have been on it for sure. But he wouldn't let it get that far, because then he would have no one left to treat and push around so badly. Fortunately, his back was turned to me so he couldn't see my eyes widen in panic and my body shaking slightly. I really hoped that he would finally leave me alone.

Fortunately for me, he was taking care of other things and left me - even if it was only brief - in peace during this time. I didn't know what he was doing, because I was too busy with myself and only noticed it out of the corner of my eye. But faster than I would have liked, he turned back to because he seemed to be finished.

"Now get up, you useless bunch. I don't have time to deal with you anymore."

Then he roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me back on my feet and behind him until we reached the door and he opened it the next moment. At first I was totally shocked, but when I saw that he was dragging me to the door I breathed a little relieved, because I knew that he didn't want to waste time with me and, luckily, couldn't. I felt how the accumulated tension gradually left my body and my limbs relaxed again, my cheek was still burning and I didn't know how long you would see the print, but it would be a while before it would completely disappear. In addition, my arm hurt where it had grabbed me, it had hit a nerve and I was sure that I would get a hematoma at this point. But now I was breathing easier again and the knot in my chest had also loosened, I felt better, even if it had affected me a little physically. Because his words couldn't reach me for a long time and didn't do anything inside me. In this respect I was tough as iron and had built up a mental protective wall so that such