I think I owe him a thank you once this is over with.
I climb into the final ring taking my daggers and leaving the crowbar behind. Rising to my feet I’m alone so far. I can’t look at Red right now, being this close and unable to do anything yet is ripping my heart out.
Looking down the other side of the pyramid Tyler is in the top ring. The carnage left in his wake is devastating. The bodies lay lifeless in the first two rings tells me what I’m up against. The way their bodies are laying tells me they won’t be waking up.
In the next ring down he’s clearly won, he just hasn’t stopped butchering his opponent. I don’t notice his weapon of choice until he raises his hand back, brass knuckles. That explains the blood splattered all over him, he’s definitely up close and personal with his weapon.
He’s wasting time now. Beating a dead body whilst Red needs me. I need to speed this the fuck up.
“Hey asshole, you fucking done?” I yell.
He slowly rises to his feet, spitting on the dead body before slowly turning to sneer at me.
The evil in his eyes is visible from here. I feel grateful for my journey up here so far because I’m going to need my strength to survive this guy. When I was against him in Combat it was in a controlled environment. Whereas this, anything goes here and he’s making the most of it.
“Bitch, you’ll do good to remember what happened the last time I jumped you,” he snarls, confirming my suspicions that he was part of my attack.
He says it to scare me, but I’ll take fucking pleasure in destroying him, because that’s what I’ll have to do, to survive this final ring.
Against my better judgement I step back allowing him the space to enter the ring. He takes his bloody t-shirt off using it to polish his dusters, trying to intimidate me.
“I’ve heard stories about you being a crazy bitch,” he grins.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard you trigger if someone upsets you with ghosts of the past,” he sneers.
I can tell where this is heading, but I think he’s not fully aware of what that trigger means.
“I think I’ll take great pleasure fucking with your mind before I kill you. Then I think I’ll fuck your dead body in victory,” he taunts.
I don’t respond, instead I twirl my daggers ready to get this show on the road. He just smiles wider.
“Have it your way, my treasure.”
I want to fucking laugh. The nerve of this guy. He thinks he fucking knows me.
He doesn’t know shit.
It fuels my anger.
I’m fucking done with these cunts thinking they can fuck with me and manipulate me, all whilst underestimating my strength.
It ends now.
He’s staring at me like he’s waiting for me to break down, but he’ll be waiting forever. I throw a dagger straight at his thigh, catching him completely off guard dropping him to his knees. Before he can process what’s happening I’m darting towards him, grabbing the dagger and wrenching it out. I’ll bleed this fucker out, bit by bit.
“Bitch,” he screams, his face red in anger.
“Wrong language asshole,” I hiss, referring to his attempt to trigger me.
He charges me and I let him knock me down, as I stab a dagger into his back and use the other to puncture another hole in his leg. He yells, but smashes me in the face with the brute force of his fist wrapped around his brass knuckles.
Fuck me.
The pain across my face is excruciating. I can feel blood trickling down my face, but I can’t waste time focusing on it. Instead, I tear the daggers from his skin and stab him again. This time just below his rib cage on both sides.
He punches me in the side of the head again as he rolls off me. I’m able to keep the daggers with me and the angle he pulls away at makes it worse for him.
He’s seething. My face is pounding, and I can barely see through all the blood running over my eyelids. He’s staggering from the pain, but he still launches himself at me, and I catch his movement too late. The force behind him has me dropping one of my daggers as he pins me to the mat. He’s sat above me with his hands squeezed around my throat. Enough to hold me in place but not enough to cut my air flow off, he wants my attention first.
Picking up my fallen dagger with his free hand he raises it to my chest. I don’t squirm away from it, I refuse to show weaknesses to this psycho. He drags it down my chest, piercing my skin ever so slightly, slicing a line down between my breasts, cutting open my sports bra in the process.
Fucking pig.
“For a bitch you sure have good tits. Maybe I’ll fuck you now and again when your dead. No one can see up here, so I’ll have all the time in the world. I’ll make sure they can recognize you by your teeth though, don’t worry,” he whispers as he continues tracing the dagger down lifting it from my skin at my navel.
The mark burns, from my collar bone all the way down but I don’t move. He’s too busy staring at my tits. Dropping the dagger his hands raise to my breasts. My skin is crawling but if it keeps him distracted I’ll push through it.
“Pretty little nipples with pretty little piercings,” he murmurs to himself. I don’t want to give him too long, he’ll probably enjoy ripping the piercings out.
As he grabs a
