All Baby has known in life is pain.
Years spent locked away in an attic to bare the agony of her father's brutal hands.
Family is a concept unknown to her since the moment her mother died when she was only a mere five years old.
Thirteen years sh...
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Howling like the winds of a hurricane bounced through the cage and reverberated through my bones as my knuckles met flesh.
Blood spurted through the air and joined the ruby-stained canvas floor, the once pristine white now decorated in streaks of my victim's useless vintage.
The acclamation outside the galvanized steel separating me and my victim from the meat suits hollering and whistling their pathetic lungs out escalated in tempo, drawing louder and louder as more and more blood was spilled by the violence inflicted by my hands.
I didn't feel bad for the being that bore the brunt of my violence. The vermin didn't have a face, just a means to an end.
It was his fault really, he challenged me.
No one ever beat me.
The Hellhound was an undefeated champion.
A loud crack pierced through the noise and the pathetic sod slipped in his pool of blood, falling onto his back with a resounding splat, the liquid covering the floor squirted out from under his weight, silhouetting his body in an explosion of artistry. Staining the canvas in varying shades of vintage, my personal favorite being merlot.
Delicious.
I pull my fist to my mouth before running my tongue along the split ridges of my knuckles, tasting our combined essence with a satisfied groan rumbling deep in my chest.
It's been so long since I've had a good fight...
The fucking crowd screams my name as I peered through my tangled hair that had fallen free of the cherry scrunchy at the base of my neck and glared at the unmoving body that lay lifeless at my feet. His head was bent at an awkward angle and it was then that I remembered that the crack that I heard, was from the sound of his neck snapping before he fell go the ground.
Well... that took the fun out of it.
Hellhound!
Hellhound!
Hellhound!
With jubilation, the chants of my mocker replaced the noise in the room. Filling my ears with the name that has followed me for the last decade.
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