He pressed his hard, clothed dick against my crotch. "Fuck" I breathed, going in touch his hair, but he stopped me, pinning my hands above my head with one hand, I swallowed hard as he licked my sweet spot, my back arching voluntarily. "who do you b...
After Ace and his posse left, I ran to the back room of my bar, searching in my duffel bag, I grabbed my black mask, gloves and coat. I was already wearing my black dress shirt, black slacks and black tie. No one except a few of my closest friends has seen me without my mask, but now Ace and the others had to. Another reason to beat the shit out of Jackson afterwards.
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Make this a woman and it is her exact outfit.☝️ The mask is magnetic, so the front part can be taken off, and then reattached.
I wore the mask for a couple of reasons, the animosity being the first valid reason, and then there was the fact that sometimes when I had nightmares about my past looking at myself would just bring it all back. I had survived this long by forgetting and wasn't going to start reminiscing anytime soon. Though that would be difficult considering I needed to assassinate my husband.
Cain Greyson is his name, age 37 and an ugly piece of shit. I was 12 when my bitch of a father sold me to him. Six years of torture later I escaped and went to a bar, the same bar I found Jackson.
He was getting beat by a bunch of debtors, Jackson was a gangly 18-year old who couldn't keep his mouth shut, which annoyed the fuck out of me but I took his sorry ass in. We lived in a motel for a year until I made the stupid mistake of walking into Cain territory.
His guards found me and he threw me in jail for three years. those three years were the best of my life. I left jail with the help of some of the other cellmates and was on the run for years. Jackson found me on the street one day and we've lived together with my cellmate Gina ever since.
I walked out of the room and out the front door, Maxon following close behind me. After locking up I got in my mustang and gestured for Maxon to get on. "where are we going?" he asked, "either get on and come with me or don't come at all." I snapped, I was pissed beyond belief and I needed to let loose.
He reluctantly got in the passenger seat and I sped off to the warehouse, it was an old building that would send any normal person running, The moment we entered, all eyes snapped to us, though many looked away when they saw me.
I got in the ring and everyone gathered around, "On the right ladies and gents, you will see our reigning champion The Phantom!" Daniels's voice boomed through the speakers. Almost everybody's flashlights turned on, and they raised their hands to the ceiling. A way of showing respect and rooting for me, it was my fan's signature way, the story behind it was a good one.
Before I could start reminiscing Daniel's voice spoke again, "On our left is The TrailBlazer from USA California!" a few people clapped and hooted, and a frown made its way onto his face.
The starting bell rang loud and we started to circle each other, he was big, burly and slow. His fist flew towards me and I ducked earning an 'ooohhh' from the audience. I swung my leg to his abdomen and he tumbled back, regaining his balance and throwing a combo to my face, I dodged his next three punches and landed an uppercut to his jaw, knocking him out.
The next contender entered the ring and the bell rang again, I lunged, tackling the man and landing punch after punch until they pulled me off of him. I was just getting started. cracking my neck and knuckles I waited for my next opponent.
one by one I fought almost everyone in the room who challenged me, I could feel myself regaining control of my emotions, the rage simmering down. Looking at the clock it was 10 PM, I got out of the ring grabbing the money I won and walking out of the warehouse with Maxon.
"so do you always beat the shit out of people for fun?" when he got no answer he continued, "I mean we all box, but damn you saw red."
