I call him the devil because he makes me want to sin. And every time he knocks, I cant help but let him in.
"You're not as Evil as people say you are."
"No." He laughs. "I'm much worse"
He held a knife, a gun, and smile. Assuredly, the most fearsome...
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I streched my arms as I got up from bed, looking at the time, and sighing. I was really dreading trainning with Damon, but at the same time the thought of kicking his ass didn't sound to bad. I got undressed, and put on my Nike pro spandex, along with a white sports bra. I tied my hair up into a high ponytail, and sighed before hearing a knock on the door.
"Wow youre actully up." Damon looks me up a down, as I open the door.
''Lets get this shit over with." I roll my eyes before following him out the room.
Meaning it was 8 am, everybody was still a sleep, I followed him outside into the woods, this was beginning to look like a horror movie.
''Since your wounds havnt fuly heeled, we will take it easy today." He says while putting hand wraps around my wrist for me.
''I'm stroger than I look." I pierce my eyes into his, seeing the dark thoughts that over took his mind gave me chills. Before I could say anything he took a swing at me, barely missing my face.
''Rule number 1, always expect the unexpected." he smirked.
''Look when you want to throw a punch its all in the movement." He grabbed one arm around my waist, trying to demonstrate. But I couldn't focus feeling his muscular hand travel around my body.
I went to throw a punch at him, but he caught my wrist and pulled my arm, so my ass was now up against him.
''Rule 2, dont be slow.'' He whispers in my ear, before he yanks on my arm a little harder, causing me to yelp.
He let go of his grip, and kicked me in my knees, causing me to fall back on some hard branches, and leaves.
''Get up'', he raised his voice, but I was too tired to move. '' " Kid get off the ground, spit your blood, and bare your teeth. Go down a savage, go down fighting." This time he yelled, making my blood boil.
At this point I was fed up of him treating me like a broken Barbie doll. I got up and took my elbow and hit him in the stomch, causing him to take a few steeps back.
"That was good, he smirked playfully, but you can do better."
I smirk, ''I'm just warming up babe."
I watch as he grabs a dagger from under his belt, and pulls it out.
I smirk, "A dagger? are you flirting with me"
I decided to take this time while he was distracted, to pull another move. I grabbed one hand and put it around his neck, using it as force, while I pulled my knee into his dick, causing him to drop the dagger.
