More Pain for Somebody

The dynamic of the battle had been turned on its head. Alma had been bludgeoned and beaten. Now it was her who feared the cards. She wasn’t invincible after all. Now she was down her boots, socks, and coat.

Her body ached from the beating she had received. She didn’t look upon Imogen with pity anymore. She saw a strong woman, a woman determined to kick her ass and humiliate her.

“Let’s hurry this up,” said Imogen. “Pick a card or I’ll pick it.”

Alma flicked her dishevelled hair out of her eyes and stared at the deck. With some trepidation, she swiped the card off the top. Her frown turned into a grin.

“King, bitch. That’ll be the last time you get one over on me.”

Imogen’s confidence evaporated. There were three aces remaining in the deck. Only an ace would win her the four minutes. A king would tie. She needed something. Not when things were just looking up.

Alma could barely contain herself. It was going to be four minutes of pain for Imogen.

“Hey, dancer girl, remember what I said about your thong? Let’s see it. Stop stalling and pick a card.”

Imogen bent over giving her a view of the cleavage threatening to spill out of her hot pink bra and took a card from the top.

She slammed the card down. Imogen had chosen that moment to score another ace. The four minutes were hers.

Round eight would indeed signal more pain for somebody.

“I’m going to whip your ass,” said Imogen as the buzzer sounded.