Friday, it's my time to do my usual runs back at Harbour.
I put on my most magnificent scowl as I climb in the den again.
I dust off my pants dramatically and straighten up, glancing warily across the room. I spot more girls in chains across the room, and everyone is busily minding their own business, drinking and guffawing their asses off.
I growl like a deranged animal, just to get in the mood, and march up to Harbour who is again, draped in girls on a low couch.
"Hello, I assume you're here to fulfill our violent entertainments." Harbour sneers.
"For once, this is is proof you actually have a brain sometimes."
He smirks at me, gesturing at the empty circular marked out area in the side of the den.
"Have at it."
...
An hour later and a lot of punching later, I have won the freedom of three girls.
I wipe the blood from hands, and glare at the cheering crowd as a men badly beaten up, by me of course, is being led out of the ring.
The deal is simple, five fights that I can win in a row will earn the freedom of one girl of my choice.
Fifteen fights today that I won. All in a row.
But now, I'm exhausted and I can no longer swing my limbs that forcefully.
"Want some more, girl?" Taunts a man in the crowd.
I ignore him and move out of the ring as a reply.
There is some booing from the bloodthirsty crowd but I ignore it and stagger out of the ring, but not as someone limping in defeat. More like someone striding out, full of victory.
It's all about the confidence.
But now, I need to get out of here.
I make my way to the exit but I am stopped by Harbour himself.
Harbour gestures me to the couches, strangely empty as everyone is at the ring, where I can see there is another match.
I reluctantly sink into one of the chairs as Harbour takes another and surveys me.
"Make it quick." I growl.
"If you keep doing this, I'm going to have no girls anymore."
"I don't particularly care."
"You do know, I am getting more girls just to make up for the ones you are freeing."
"You would already do so without me freeing them." I yawn.
He purses his lips, unable to deny it.
Disgusting.
I raise my eyebrow, "That's it?"
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Crossing The Lines
General FictionSixteen year Aayushi and Artemis seem like normal teen girls with silly overly ambitious ideas. Silly, and definitely not regarded seriously or dangerous at all. When their secrets are revealed one by one, danger and a chance at power is within rea...