Forming a plan

The slave woman sighed finishing more machines as her hands started to ache a little.

She looked out a window to see it was now nighttime, she was shocked to discover she’d been hard at work for the entire day.

The slave sighed as she looked at one of the guns she finished making, she saw that some of the other slaves were going to sleep.

Her head fell on the desk tired as she went to sleep, as the night went by and daylight began to shine, things would get much worse for her.

The next day arrived as everyone was whipped on the backs by Hellfire.

“Get up you lazy slaves, it’s time to get back to work.”

She screamed in pain as she tired to punch Hellfire who grabbed her arm and held it tightly in her iron grip.

“You’re so lucky those guns of yours aren’t loaded, otherwise I’d be doing so much worse to you!” She said.

The slave screamed as she felt her entire arm was being pressed against hot metal, she tired to use her other hand to punch her only for Hellfire to grab her other arm as well.

Hellfire then kneed her in the chest, as she almost spat out some of her own blood onto the ground.

“Do you wish to be hurt like this?” She asked as she continued to burn her arm.

“Argh…… Ahhh…” she moaned in absolute pain as HellFire threw her at her workstation, the desk toppling backwards with all the parts and tools falling to the ground.

“Clean up this mess, while I’m still feeling merciful towards you!” She said in commanding tone.

She began to kick her in the stomach as she could feel the pain becoming too much to bear.

“That wasn’t a request, that’s a command now be a good slave and do what you’re told!!!” She demanded angrily.

“Fuck….. you…..” she whimpers holding the burned part of her hand laying on the floor in pain.

She began to kick her in the stomach as she could feel the pain becoming too much to bear.

“That wasn’t a request, that’s a command now be a good slave and do what you’re told!!!” She demanded angrily.

She coughs up her own blood onto the floor, trying her best to get back up looking tired, beaten, and badly burned on the arm.

“Tell me what’s your name girl?”

“I….. Isla—“

She was stopped as Hellfire grabbed her by the neck and began to chock her as she smiled.

“Listen well Slave, you’re fighting a losing battle all by yourself, you have nothing, you are nothing, no one’s coming to help you and no one cares enough to help you!” She said as the slaves looked away from the conflict no one even batting an eye at her.

“wh-what battle i-is th-th-this?”

“A waste of my time, now clean up your workstation and get back to work!!”

Isla sighed getting back up and trying her best to get her desk and tools back up.

She could feel herself unable to go on with her work, trying to get back onto her chair only to fail as she stumbles onto the floor.

A robot approaches her, Isla waited for it to lash out onto her only for it to hoist her up onto her chair, she was a bit surprised but brought back to reality very quick by its line.

“A GOOD WORKER IS ONE THATS WORKING!”

The words sounded so lazy, like it wasn’t even trying to motivate her but she could barely care about it, as the guard robot walked off back to its post at one of the exit’s.