“You all just killed a lot more men than I did! Nobody tied you up!”
“She’s got a point,” Zen says. “And if the nine of us can’t handle one frightened girl, I think we have a problem.”
He comes over to me, walks behind me, and I feel the plastic being snapped free from my wrists. Free at last to use my hands, I draw them up around myself, protecting my body from these big, brutal men.
“Now,” Gladiator says. “The names. I need amusement after battle.”
I give a shrug, and start going down the line, starting with Cowboy, who smirks at his name. Pharaoh seems pleased with his, as does Gladiator. Nordic Man seems a little nonplussed and tells me his name is Tore. Tattoo Face gets a laugh from all the men, including Tattoo Face himself.
“My name is Keanau,” he rumbles. “But you will call me
