Sequel to The Street Fighter "You are my slave, now say it!" "I will never be your slave!" Another whip lash exploded pain through out my back. My vision becomes blurry because of the tears threatened to come out. My glance turn towards the two boys next to me. Alex was put in a cage looking very pale and the other was chained up to a bed with bloody sheets unconscious. Another after another whip lashes appear on back. I can't move, I cant fight back, I can't doing do anything, but be chained up. I'm no longer the Street Fighter but The Slave.