"If only you were the person you portrayed yourself to be. But you aren't. You're a pathetic excuse of a human, aren't you Ryder? Your anger slowly building up over the mere comments I've made. Are you that easily hurt? Like I said, pathetic."
"Hush little baby, drink your spoiled milk. I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled."
Harley's POV
Ryder came in at 7am to wake me up. He thought it'd be funny to shout at me, so I thought that it'd be funny to throw my lamp shade at him.
Let's just say he wasn't amused and apparently I'd be paying for it later in the ring.
After I'd rolled out of bed form being rudely awoken, I went into the wardrobe to get workout clothes.
I never understood people who would fight in just a sports bra and shorts. If you got thrown against the floor, you'd probably end up with some type of friction burn.
I'd always preferred to be more covered up, especially because of the scars that littered my body because of him. It wasn't that I was self conscious of them, it was the multiple questions that came from people about it.
After I'd got dressed into a pair of Adidas joggers and a long-sleeved top, I went downstairs.
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"Since I have a meeting tonight, you'll only be fighting Kelly, we'll spar tomorrow." Ryder said while we walked into the gym.
There was a big ring in the middle of the room surrounded by photos of famous boxers and MMA fighters. The room smelt strongly of sweat but I didn't mind.There was withering punching bags that were hung up in the far corner of the room with stacks of weights right next to it. The fact that this was all in Ryder's house made me question how much money he truly did have.
I walked over to a small table in front of the wring and started rapping my hands with tape.
Kelly walked in with two girls behind her, they all giggled at Ryder and twirled their hair flirtatiously. He only rolled his eyes as they walked to the opposite side of the room, he passed me a pair of boxing gloves to me, waiting for me to put them on.
"I don't want them."
"Are you trying to break your hands?"
My mood switched and I let out a sickly sweet giggle. I leaned forward to whisper in his ear,"No, I just want my hands to feel the blood that drips from her wounds when I finally get my hands on her."
Then I smiled and put my finger over my mouth, silently telling him to keep it a secret.
I wanted to play with her before I destroyed her. I wanted her to feel as if she was prey, but she didn't know what the predator hunting her was. It would be like a game of cat and mouse, but instead I was the lion, waiting to sink my claws deep into her skin.
