Snippet #2056863

Mik was sitting in the middle of the room with his hands in cuffs, and his ankles pinned to the chair, and he just didn't care to hear what the lady in the room was telling him. He rudely cut her off after she spoke, "Oh my god...Lady give it a rest. I know that your a mindless fucking droid." Mik's tone was rude, and sarcastic as hell. He wasn't in the mood for anything right now, and the longer that he was in this dammed room the more and more pissed he was going to get. When Kalessi entered the room he just lowered his head so he didn't have to look at her.

Just before he looked down he got a glimpse of her supple body, and he was impressed; but he wasn't going to let that get to him. Mik was a ladies man since he left the clutches of his abusive foster father, and piece of shit foster mother. Little did Mik know he was going to be facing an old acquaintance. When her voice rang out to him he just cringed. "Ah hell, look what the cat dragged in. I can't even begin to imagine whos ass you had to kiss, to get where you are now." Mik wasn't happy that he had to deal with the woman that he spent a little over weekend with when he was younger.

Mik definitely looked different then what she would remember. He was more well built than he ever was, and he had changed his hair color and added a few tattoos from when she would have seen him. He would never forget her, and that weekend they spent together though. Mik was a complete dick to her when he left. He had to be, and it was the way he was with all the woman that he had a good time with. It was a way to get out of having to call, or any of that other shit that a real gentleman would do.

He raised his head from looking down and looked right at her standing that five feet away. Mik was dangerous, more dangerous than most of the other Anex's that were out and about. The only thing was, Mik wasn't classified as a rebel since he didn't give a rats ass what happens to them. He is a pit fighter, and has survived every match that he has been thrown into. It was a feat for sure. The Arena pansies didn't have nothing on a pit fighter. The pit fighters all fight to the death, and that was all there was to it. Mik was undefeated, and anyone that didn't surrender to him, got killed. It was like the Arena in the old days, back when Caeser was the raining ruler over Rome. The crowd got to choose who won and who died, and well let's say that Sector 3 wasn't one for letting people live. They were merciless.

Mik had said his piece to her, and well he was in for the ride now. He didn't know how bad the beating was going to be but he sure and the hell wasn't expecting her to let him go without an ass whooping. Mik mentally prepared himself. He knew that she was going to be asking him all kinds of questions regarding the Anex's and their whereabouts. Mik didn't know, and he sure and the hell didn't care either, but he was going to play along as long as he had to. He knew this was going to take a while. She is probably going to get even as hell for what he did to her. Mik was ready, and in his head he just thought, Bring it the fuck on.