?You can?t do this!? a man screamed desperately at her, fingers clutching the chain link fence that made up the cage. ?You can?t force us to do this, dammit! Let us out of here!? Inside the massive fighting cage, were two men, both refusing to fight.
It usually didn?t go down like this? Usually one or both would fight for the promise of freedom. Some would get a taste for killing and come back, others went off never to be heard from. They were playthings, taken from the streets and serving as entertainment for the massive, sadistic crowd that these events gathered. Jamie fed off the rage, it just seemed like good sense to get some money out of it, too.
Jamie chewed her lip in disappointment as the crowd grew restless. ?All these people here, and you want to disappoint them?? she muttered under her breath. She wore a purple dress and heels, with a seemingly out of place pair of sunglasses resting on her nose. ?I see?? Fingers grabbed the rim of her sunglasses and pulled them off.
Her eyes looked like burning coal, the slightest flicker of flame occasionally licking upward. She turned them to the smaller man, ?He doesn?t want to fight you,? she said softly. His own eyes began to burn with fire as he resisted the rage that bubbled up inside of him. ??he thinks you?re weak?? she hissed. The man rubbed at his eyes and began twitching lightly as if he were some rabid animal. A growl tore through his throat as he all but jumped on the back of the larger fighter.
The crowd began cheering when the fighting began, though it was one-sided. As the man tried to wrestle off the other without hurting him. He collapsed to one knee as punch after punch smacked against the side of his head. He looked up to Jamie, desperate as ever for her to stop it. Their eyes locked and his own began to take on the fire. ??he?s going to keep hitting you until you?re dead? You going to let that happen???
Jamie?s mouth ticked into a sadistic smile as they both began to fight. Her glasses were slipped back onto her face. ?My, my?? she muttered softly. ?I guess I can force you after all??
It usually didn?t go down like this? Usually one or both would fight for the promise of freedom. Some would get a taste for killing and come back, others went off never to be heard from. They were playthings, taken from the streets and serving as entertainment for the massive, sadistic crowd that these events gathered. Jamie fed off the rage, it just seemed like good sense to get some money out of it, too.
Jamie chewed her lip in disappointment as the crowd grew restless. ?All these people here, and you want to disappoint them?? she muttered under her breath. She wore a purple dress and heels, with a seemingly out of place pair of sunglasses resting on her nose. ?I see?? Fingers grabbed the rim of her sunglasses and pulled them off.
Her eyes looked like burning coal, the slightest flicker of flame occasionally licking upward. She turned them to the smaller man, ?He doesn?t want to fight you,? she said softly. His own eyes began to burn with fire as he resisted the rage that bubbled up inside of him. ??he thinks you?re weak?? she hissed. The man rubbed at his eyes and began twitching lightly as if he were some rabid animal. A growl tore through his throat as he all but jumped on the back of the larger fighter.
The crowd began cheering when the fighting began, though it was one-sided. As the man tried to wrestle off the other without hurting him. He collapsed to one knee as punch after punch smacked against the side of his head. He looked up to Jamie, desperate as ever for her to stop it. Their eyes locked and his own began to take on the fire. ??he?s going to keep hitting you until you?re dead? You going to let that happen???
Jamie?s mouth ticked into a sadistic smile as they both began to fight. Her glasses were slipped back onto her face. ?My, my?? she muttered softly. ?I guess I can force you after all??