Submit, I don't want my arm broken!

You start to whimper as the pain ramps up. You twist and struggle, but it's no use. Dirty Dakota has you in her clutches. Thinking only of the pain you're feeling now and not the horrors that await you after, you instinctively submit to the superior gladiatrix.

"I submit! I submit!" You shout, voice breaking as she pulls your arm harder.

"Fucking seriously!? HAHAHAHA! That had to be the easiest fight of my fucking life...."

The crowd bursts into laughter, but it's Dirty Dakota's cruel giggles that hurt your pride most.

"Should I even keep you...?" she says in a darkly playful way while pressing her fingers on her chin.

Pushing you into the dirt, she sits atop your stomach and bounces to push the wind out of you. She then stretches her legs out, resting her dirty feet a few inches from your ears. You can already smell them, the stinky aura hitting your nose with a foul presence.

"Are you even worthy to be my fucking foot ****?" Your eyes widen in fear as Dakota lowers her face inches from yours. "Or should I just put you out of your misery now?"

You had been so concerned with the fate worse than ****, you forget dying was also a possibility.