Nala POV - A sharp pain rang across her skull, as her head smacked against the floor, but Nala only allowed a grunt to leave her lips. She didn’t have long to recover before she was yanked back to her feet at the Gamma’s order. She was left wobbling, and blinking her vision back into focus, but she put up a messy guard anyway, knowing the next blow would only come harder if she didn’t. Nala tensed, waiting. The next strike came to her stomach, forcing the air from her lungs and sending her stumbling backwards. She kept her feet beneath her, and mistakenly let a victorious smirk cross her lips. In a blur of movement, another fist came for her face, cracking across her jaw and sending her back to the floor. A satisfied grunt echoed from somewhere above her, signalling the end, and Nala wheezed her relief. She was still recovering from the survival trial. Daniel, and his arsehole lackies, had beaten her within an inch of her life two weeks ago, and spending the last four days ba
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