Daffney Gets Worked Over

Daffney found herself sitting on the cold concrete on her behind looking up at Amelia and Emily a short distance away. She should have known that Yana's two stooges wouldn't be far behind. Of course, they wouldn't be able to stand by and watch their master take a beating and subsequent humiliation in a fair fight. Amelia was a bully who gravitated towards her fellow bully in Yana, and Emily was just a weakling who wanted protection.

"Hi, Daffney, did you forget about us?" Amelia crowed in a fake, high-pitched voice that dripped with insincerity.

Amelia was wearing a pair of white pants, black boots, a denim jacket and a black t-shirt. Her long red hair went half way down her back. She stood with her hands on her hips, her full lips pushed out like she was hot shit.

Emily stood next to her trying to look tough. Her black hair framed a pale face of heavy mascara and black lipstick. She wore a faded brown leather jacket, a black tank-top, black combat boots with silver spikes, and, inexplicably for winter, tight black biker shorts.

Daffney struggled to her knees. The two mean girls didn't give her a chance to even get her hands up as they rushed in with a fury. They weren't experienced fighters. They windmilled fists and feet at the **** Daffney. Amelia and Emily screeched like a pair of angry crows as they hit out at any part of Daffney they could.

The blows didn't hurt. Daffney covered up and most of the blows made her wince slightly, but little by little they ground her into the dirt. She had to do something. She needed to separate them. And she had to do it before Yana could get back into a fight and make it into a 3v1.

After what she had just done to Yana, she didn't need to guess at what her fate would be if she failed.