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own tears.
    She had no idea how long the girls left her there, and when the bathroom lights finally flicked on she was too exhausted look up. Suko ran to her and shut off the water. She tore the gag from her face and covered her with all the towels she could grab from the laundry. Sigrid shook uncontrollably as Suko held them around her, rubbing her shoulders furiously.
    "It's okay," Suko whispered.
    She saw that Suko's right eye was swollen and her lip was cut. Her arms were bruised where the girls had grabbed her and held her down. " F - Fuckers …" Sigrid managed through her chattering.
    "Don't worry about me. I took care of them." Suko pulled at the knots with her fingernails and her teeth, but it was no use—the knots were stuck tight, the thin twine had shrunk in the cold water. "Don't go anywhere," she said with a wink.
    "I'll w-wait h-here," Sigrid said, somehow managing a smile.
    Suko returned, carrying a butterfly knife, clearly stolen from the gym.
    "W-we're not supposed to have those—Rosa will k-kill you if he finds that!" Sigrid said, suddenly worried Suko would get in trouble.
    "I thought it might come in handy," Suko said as she sawed at the twine, taking care not to cut Sigrid.
    Finally freed, the pain Sigrid felt in her hands became overwhelming as the blood surged back into them; she clung to Suko, shivering, and wept openly.
    "I'm sorry," Sigrid, said, embarrassed at her outburst. "I'm acting like a child."
    Suko scoffed. "They're the children—bloody animals. Don't worry, they'll get their comeuppance."
    Suko half-carried her back to her bed, putting her own blanket over her as well. Sigrid couldn't stop shivering, nor would she let go of Suko's hand. Suko crawled in next to her, huddling close. She placed the knife next to her under the pillow. "Tomorrow I'm teaching you little red fist ," she said, referring to one of Rosa's favorite Kung Fu moves.
    Sigrid laughed, but her shivering turned it into a series of choking coughs. She somehow managed a smile, though. She was safe now.
     
    * * *
     
    Sara felt something on her face, a pressure, and she awoke with a start. Something was on her chest. No, someone was on her chest. She looked up and realized that Sigrid was on her bunk. The tiny girl was kneeling on her arms. Something flashed in the dark—the little bitch had a knife.
    Sara's eyes bulged wide as she saw the knife come toward her face and Sigrid pressed the blade to her cheek.
    "If you ever touch Suko again…" Sigrid hissed. There was a chill in her voice, but her hand was calm and steady where it held the knife to her.
    Sara did her best to sound defiant. "What? You're going to cut me?" Both girls were breathing hard, their eyes fixed fiercely on each other. "You don't have the guts."
    Sigrid's wrist flicked out and Sara felt the blade nick the soft skin under her eye. She screamed and shoved as hard as she could, sending Sigrid tumbling off the bed.
    "You little bitch!"
    The lights came on, and they all saw Sara standing there—blood oozing from between her fingers where she clutched her hand to her face. "You bitch!"
    "Next time it'll be your eye," Sigrid blurted. She instantly regretted it; she couldn’t quite believe she’d said it. But it was done.
    Sara ran out, screaming in rage, leaving Sigrid sitting on her rear holding Suko's knife in her hand, traces of blood on the small blade.
    Suko rushed to Sigrid's side, grabbing up the knife. "Oh, my God—are you okay?"
    Sigrid nodded, still a little stunned, not quite believing herself what she'd done. But Sara deserved it, and Sigrid wasn't going to let her bully her or hurt Suko again.
     
     
     

CHAPTER FOUR
    Survivor
     
     
    Felix Rosa stood at the large picture window in Dr. Garrett's office. Outside, the girls worked at their exercises. One of his instructors worked with a group wielding Naginatas, the long Japanese bladed-staffs, while another group of girls ran a short obstacle course.
    Dr. Lisa Garrett sat at her desk