A week of life in the prison passed. You didn't see much more of the Duke after the whole cafeteria fiasco—which the knots in your stomach were telling you was both a good and a bad thing. The weekend finally came and you had enough coupons to skip out on work, so you decided to do something about all your pent-up boredom.
"This is it, the climax of our dystopian novel adventure," you said as you stepped in under the sign of the Pankration ring. "You ready to be champs, Paimon?"
Paimon floated cautiously next to you, for the moment she was still very against your idea to cause a stir in the prison's fighting ring.
A kind blonde guard greeted you and began going over the rules.
When you got to the question you wanted to ask most, how to sign up, you saw his face fall.
He turned awkwardly to the side, scratching his head. "Actually... stronger fighters have been forbidden from entering. That is to say, I was given very specific instructions..."
Despite the guard's obvious discomfort in giving this news, you still reeled on him. "What? What kind of bullshit is that! I thought this was a way to blow off steam! Shouldn't the strong have more steam!!"
"No fret, we've prepared a game for fighters like you..."
The game was absolute bullshit. It did about as much to mimic the thrill of a fight as playdough mimics the taste of an elite baked cake.
You were about to go back and take out your energy on the innocent guard when—
"Psst. Over here." A well-built man with long brown hair and kind eyes waved you over from the shadows. "You want to fight? I can get you guys in."
Eyeing him suspiciously, you said. "Really? What kind of shady conditions does it come with?''
He laughed. "Haha, nothing! I appreciate those with a fighting spirit. Besides, I've heard about you. You're the famous traveler, right?"
This word of recognition caused you to drop your guard immediately. You tossed back your hair. "Finally, some respect Paimon. Yes, the esteemed traveler, that would be me."
The man laughed again. "The name's Brent. Like I said, I can help you get in. In the meantime, you should stay and watch the fight tonight."
***
You stayed to watch the fight. The whole spectacle was just as exciting as you thought it would be. Nearly half the prison gathered to watch, as two evenly matched fighters took the stage. Brent explained the stakes as well as the coupon betting process. You didn't end up betting yourself, but you still found yourself gripping the edge of your seat as the fight played out. The fact that the fighters were practically amateurs stirred the fighting spirit within you even more. By the time the fight was done your feet were burning to get on stage.
"So?" you said to your new friend and companion in crime. "When can I start?"
***
You went by the name "the Silver Witch". 'Silver', because you borrowed a silver wig from the theatre club, and 'Witch' because you wore a long black cloak with the hood up to cover your face.
It wasn't long before your fame spread throughout the prison.
People from every corner of the underground fortress showed up to watch you fight. You became known for taking out all your opponents with one chop to the back of the neck—blacking them out but leaving them with no more than a headache and a bruised ego.
More and more challengers rose to defeat you. You left them all cowering on their knees without so much as breaking a sweat.
You quickly racked up enough coupons to cover your shifts for the rest of your sentence if you so desired.
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Your Sentence, the Duke ~ Wriothesly x Female Reader
FanfictionYou were crazy enough committing yourself to this prison adventure as it was, but little did you know what would be waiting for you when you got down there, and the whole mess of feelings you'd find yourself tangled up in. This was going to be a muc...
