Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
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Sang
"Don't be nervous Miss Sorenson," Owen sat in the ancient looking wooden chair next to me. "What did I tell you before?"
Mr McCoy had led us into his office, which ended up being in the basement of the administration building. Unlike the rest of the building, which had been modern, airy and welcoming, the basement literally resembled dungeons that one would expect to find in medieval Europe.
It was bizarre.
For example, I was more than positive that the technology existed to provide decent lighting down here. Yet, instead, the area was lit by electric lights masquerading as dim lanterns and dingy chandeliers. Likewise, the walls, floor and ceiling appeared to be cut from stone, but I had a strong suspicion that everything was fake.
I had a feeling that all the design choices were done by Mr McCoy himself and the theme was intentional.
There was something seriously wrong with that man.
I guess it made sense. After all, he had already previously displayed a penchant for medieval warfare. So why not continue with that theme in his private offices?
I found myself wondering if he was a fan of King Arthur, or if he just preferred the savagery of ancient weaponry and the more rugged way of life. I wouldn't have been surprised if there was a cavern of bats somewhere down here, or a pit of snakes and crocodiles.
I shivered at the thought.
After we arrived, Mr McCoy demanded that we wait here for him, and left just as abruptly. I wasn't sure what he was planning, or what exactly this test to prove a bond entailed, but I had a feeling that Owen knew.
He seemed to be way too calm for this situation.
Especially because he seemed to have forgotten that feeling each other's emotions was a side effect of the bond. So I knew for a fact that he wasn't as relaxed as he was pretending to be. In fact, he was feeling quite anxious about something.
