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Malia

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Malia

You know how they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger? Yeah. Well, I call bullshit. I don't feel any stronger, I think I'm getting weaker as the days go by. It's officially been a week since I've been here and everyday is what I envision hell to be like, the same nightmare over and over again.

Juliana hasn't let me train with Duke or Luke, I've been cooped up in her office getting beat on like her personal punching bag. She said it'll end once I learn how to get out of the rope but that was a lie, instead she now had me in zip ties because she didn't like our little toe to toe.

Flashback to second day at camp.

"Come on bitch, do something!" Juliana screamed in my face as she continued to throw blows, I could feel blood gushing from my face but that was the least of my worries, I was getting out of this rope TODAY! She beat my ass so bad yesterday with those brass knuckles I had to let some anger out into her ass, not paying her or her hits any attention I continued to pull my hands ignoring the burn from the rope cutting into my skin. The adrenaline had me on a whole ''nother level and I just wanted to get my hands on this hoe. Feeling the rope loosen around my wrist, I focused back on the devil in front of me waiting for her fist to come back into my reach I quickly pulled my hands from behind the chair and grabbed her wrist, twisting it as hard as I could, I stared at her with the biggest smile on my face, waiting until she tried to hit me with her free hand. Catching that one as well I twist her arms to turn her over and put her in a headlock, "You're aware you just fucked up right?" I whispered into her ear, she struggled for air but I kept the pressure, leaning down to untie the rope from my feet I let it loose and immediately felt a hard fist to my face, standing up from the chair I let her go allowing her to breathe in before gripping her hair and dragging this bitch around her office, sending my foot up I felt it connect with her face cringing at the cracking sound I let her go and sent my right balled up hand to the back of her head with all my might. Hearing a thump as her body dropped to the floor only made me wanna go harder, I wasn't no punk ass bitch and that's all she treated me like. So she was gonna get this work today. Feeling the rage go through my body had me ready to fight so bad, "COME ON BITCH! TRY ME NOW!" I screamed, using my foot to kick her over onto her back she grabbed it and brought me down to the floor, we both were struggling to stay on top rolling each other around as we took turns beating each other's ass. Finally having her pinned down I straddled her and threw blow for blow laying all my anger out in each hit. "You stupid white bitch!" Grabbing her hair as I sent a left hook to her eye I quickly slammed her head down onto the cement as I sent another blow to her eye watching as blood leaked from random spots on her face I went to slam her head down again but was suddenly yanked off by strong arms.

"THATS ENOUGH!" The man yelled as I finally released the tears of anger, "nah no it's not! That bitch gotta die!" I screamed out trying to wiggle out of his grip, I was so fucking frustrated, if I didn't kill her she was definitely going to kill me. "Aye! Chill the fuck out!" He yelled while throwing me in the opposite direction of her body. Landing on the cold cement I groaned out in pain and finally looked up at the man, his demeanor read pissed but the way his bright eyes looked down at me I could tell he didn't mean to throw me that hard, but daaaammnnnn.

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