Leslie was hurting as Ginja pushed them hard. She was pushing herself to master the new move, that Ginja taught them. The past week has been busy for her. Between her nighttime bartending and her daytime magical street performance, plus adding in the extra time she spends in the dojo. She was feeling run down and sore.

Ginja was watching her students as she walked around checking their form. She corrects a few students and watches a few more as it appeared they had mastered the move she taught them. After two hours, she calls a stop to class. She could tell that Leslie has been struggling during class.

“Leslie, could I speak to you for a minute?”

“Yes sensei.” Leslie follows Ginja back into the back area.

Once they were away from the rest of the students “is everything okay? You look run down and moving stiffly.”

“I’ve been so busy this week, that I haven’t been sleeping right or allowing my body to adjust to the punishment I been putting it through.”
Leslie knew she should take more time for herself.

“Leslie, you need to take a few days for yourself. I know you like to come here during your free time to practice the moves you learn. However, maybe you should spend that time instead, getting some rest.” Ginja was concern about her friend and student.

“I’ll try to stop burning the candle at both ends.”

“As an ancient Master once said, Do or do not. There is no try.” A playful smile appears on her face.

“Yes, Master Yoda.” A smile appears on her face as she just looks at Ginja.

Leslie goes and gathers her stuff up. She heads directly home to take a nice relaxing soak and sleep till she needs to go to work. Ginja was right about her burning the candle at both ends.

Ginja watches as her friend and student leave the dojo and head home. As she is cleaning the dojo up, a teenage girl ducks into her dojo and hides as two middle eastern guys run past the dojo’s door. The girl was watching and hoping they wouldn’t come inside the dojo.

Ginja could tell the girl was scared and had been abused. There were cane marks on the back of her legs. The back of her blouse was bloody and torn. There was a thick black leather collar going around her neck that was held closed by a brass padlock.

Ginja walks up to the girl “you're safe here.” As she gently lay her hand on her shoulder.

The girl turns around and was looking at a woman with pure long straight white hair tied back in a ponytail and had icy blue eyes. She stood a good foot taller then she did. She was only 4’6” tall and the woman in front of her had to be 5’6” tall. She was wearing a white martial arts karategi.

Ginja examines the young girl in front of her. She had dark olive skin and light blue eyes, with short black hair. The girl's hair looked like someone took a knife and hacked it off. Both her eyes were black and blue, she had dry blood under her nose. Her lips look split where someone had backhand her. She notices the skin under the leather collar was bloody and raw. The poor girl’s hands look like someone had smacked her knuckles too many times. They were bruised and bloody.

“Come with me.” Ginja extends her hand out to the poor girl.

Kantha slowly places her hand on the other woman’s hand. She felt she could trust this woman. She was nervous, as she accepted the woman’s hand.

Ginja closes her hand gently around the young woman’s hand and leads her upstairs to her apartment. She slowly undresses the young woman. She notices that her whole entire body was black and blue, where someone had used a cane to whip the girl. Ginja knew cane marks from her travels. The young woman was nothing, but skin and bones.

When the young woman completely undressed. She notices that this person wasn’t a woman, but a boy who had been castrated. Their whole entire male genital had been removed crudely. She could see the scars where someone had used a knife to remove them. She could see where they stitch the skin to close the area.

“My name is Ginja, what is yours?” Ginja was grabbing a sharp knife to slice through the leather collar.

“Kantha” She couldn’t remember what her old name used to be. She had been given that name.

The young woman flinches when she sees Ginja grab a knife. It was a knife she hadn’t seen before. She looks nervous as Ginja brings the knife over.

Ginja notices that the young woman was nervous “I’m only going to use this to cut your collar off.”

Kantha stood still as she felt Ginja slide the knife between the leather collar and her neck. The knife cuts through the collar like it was butter.
She feels Ginja removing the collar from around her neck.

Ginja couldn’t believe how raw and bloody the skin was under the collar. The collar itself had an ammonia smell to it. She cleans the wound and wraps a light loose gauze around the young woman’s neck. Once the bathtub was filled. She helps the young woman into the water.

Kantha winces when the hot water touched her bruised skin. She feels Ginja washing her hair and watches as the color of the water turns gray.
She hasn’t had a nice hot bath in a very long time. She was forced to wash with a bucket of cold water.

Ginja takes care washing the young woman and drains the water out of the tub and refill it for her.

“Why don’t you soak for a while, Kantha.” Ginja smiles at the poor woman and leaves her soaking.

Ginja heads to her kitchen and fixes a fruit and cheese plate for Kantha to munch on while she is soaking. She takes the plate back into the bathroom.

“I thought you might like something to eat and drink.” She had grabbed a fruit juice out of her refrigerator for her as well.

“Thank you.” Kantha watches as Ginja sets the plate on a tray that attaches to the tub.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you alone now.” Ginja leaves the bathroom and goes into her bedroom to find something for Kantha to wear.

Kantha tentatively takes a piece of fruit from the plate and taste it. She could tell if it had been laced with anything, but she didn’t detect anything. She tries a piece of everything Ginja brought her. Once she felt that she wasn’t trying to knock her out or poison her. She eats all the fruit, cheese and sausage on the plate.

By the time the water got cold and Kantha finished the fruit and cheese on the plate. She was feeling sleepy. She hears a knock on the bathroom door.

Ginja sticks her head in “are you ready to get out?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kantha stands up as she lets the water drain out.

Ginja hands her a nice warm fluffy towel. She had some clothes in her hand that she hopes will fit her.

“I thought you might like some better clothes to wear. There’s some clean underwear, that hasn’t been opened in there. They might be a little
big on you. The sweatpants might be a little long for you as well.” Ginja hands Kantha the clothes.

“Thank you.” As she accepts them.

“You’re welcome. I have some tea for you to drink. It will help with healing some of your bruises and I have a cream I can apply to your cane marks.”

“Thank you.” Kantha starts getting dress in the clothes Ginja gave her.

Ginja leaves and heads back to the kitchen to pour the tea. She spots Kantha walking into the kitchen looking like a little girl wearing their sister’s clothes. A playful smile appears on her face.

“Here, drinks this tea and remove your shirt please.” Ginja grabs the small baby food jar on the table.

Kantha removes the shirt she had on. She drinks the tea, while Ginja spread on the ointment in the jar. The ointment felt tingling as it touched her skin.

Once Ginja was done putting the ointment on Kantha’s body. She waits till Kantha is done drinking the tea. She could tell Kantha was tired.

“Why don’t you lay down and get some sleep, Kantha.”

Kantha covers up a yawn. She follows Kantha to a nice oriental style room. She couldn’t believe how nice the room looked.

Ginja walks over to the bed and fold the covers down for Kantha. She stands nearby.

“Here you go, Kantha.”

Kantha walks over and lays down on the bed. When her bare skin touched the sheets, it felt extremely soft to her. Like they were made of silk.

Ginja tucks Kantha “you get some sleep and we can talk later if your up too it.” Ginja kisses her forehead before leaving the room. She leaves the door crack, so Kantha doesn’t feel she was locked in.

Jessica’s apartment:
Jessica had decided that she wanted to know more about Terry and called the number on the card that he gave her. She had gone outside to wait for him to show up. She spots him as he pulls up in front of her apartment building. She gets into the cab.

Terry had gotten a call from Jessica and had headed over to her. He spots her waiting out front of her apartment building. He pulls up, so she could get into the cab.

“Where too?” Terry was watching Jessica in the back of the cab.

“Just drive, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Terry pulls away from the curb and starts driving.

Jessica looks at the back of Terry’s head once they were a little way from her place.

“Terry, what can you tell me about January 5 around midnight at The Devil’s Chamber?” Jessica wishes she could see Terry’s face.

“I had a pick-up there. That’s about it.” Terry knew more, but he wasn’t going to say anything.

“Did you see the MI 5 agents there and are you working with them?” Jessica was curious if Terry was working with them.

“I’m dating one of the agents. She called me, because of our relationship. She knew she could trust me.” Terry was being partially honest with
Jessica. He and Dakota were seeing each other and were teammates.

“So, you are in a relationship with the MI 5 agent?” Jessica was a little surprised.

“Yes. We’re in a close relationship.” Terry had a smile on his face.

“Can you tell me what went down that night and why they were there?” Jessica was hoping that Terry might be a little bit more forthcoming then the agents had been.

“Unfortunately, I don’t know anything more I could tell you about that night. I was called to pick the agents up and drive them home. My girlfriend keeps her secrets and no matter how much I ask, she won’t tell me.” Terry knew the true reason, but he couldn’t tell Jessica.

“Do you think you could ask your girlfriend to speak with me. I have some questions about that night and would like to know more about what happened.” Jessica didn’t know if they would.

“I can ask her. It all depends if she is able too. Remember, she is an agent and there are things she can’t talk about.” Terry didn’t know if Dakota would do it.

He knew Hatter wouldn’t do it. They also didn’t want to exposed Hatter to anyone since she is wanted in England. He does wonder how Hatter is doing. He heard what she had to do. He knew Hatter was doing everything she could to not have to kill people.

Jessica has Terry take her to the grocery store and to a few other places. They make general chit-chat as Terry chauffeurs Jessica around London and a few other areas.