Anya's Choice

As Anya started to come to, her eyes slowly opening, she could feel her arms restrained, shackled together by thick metal bindings. Her body was chained beside a rather large bed, the chains long enough to give her room to move to the end of the mattress. She strained a bit trying to loosen the unyielding bonds, but with no luck.

Looking around, she surveyed the room taking in the opulent, ritzy abode. Lifting her head up, she watched as the dim lights flickered a bit, the smell of incense wafting through the air. Just then Cole entered the room, his large ebony body on display covered only in a satin robe. He grinned as he looked at Anya, a cigar lit and burning in between his lips, a snifter of brown liquor in his hand.

“Impressive ain’t it?” He said as he sipped back his drink pouting out their surroundings. “I gotta give it to the Grubs. They sure can make a brotha feel damn comfortable.” His wry smile causing Anya to boil inside.

“How could you!” she shouted at him, violently jumping off the bed towards him before the thick, chain bonds cut her attack short. “Delta Squad was our family! You sold us out for this? For a drink, a cigar, and a cheap robe! Humanity is fighting for its life, and you are selling out your own kind!” Anya turned away from Cole refusing to look at him, tears starting to well up as she imagined the worst for her squad-mate Baird and her lover Marcus Fenix.

“How could I? Shit! How couldn't I?!” Cole yelled at her, his drink crashing against the wall. “Humanity is on her last legs! We ain’t got shit in this world! Hell we don’t even have babies no more… not the right way! The breeding factories are dead ….or they will be soon.”

Anya looked back at Cole, “You gave them everything? The locations of our breeding factories? The bases? Everything? Then we really have lost.” She was torn between grief and anger, the knowledge that her battle against the invading Locust was now over …and she lost.

“It ain’t gotta be like this Anya,” Cole said as he pulled out a slim, black satin nightie on a coat hanger. Dropping it on the bed, he moved in close to her, his hand stoking her smooth cheek, “You can survive. Be my bitch… do as I say… and I will make sure you stay alive. Or… you can be taken away by the Grubs. I ain’t got no idea what those disgusting fucks will do to you. I’m giving you a choice Anya. Be smart girl.”