Give up

“Fine, you won,” you say weak, “I give up.”

The woman around the arena applaud your opponent. The men seem no so happy. Joanne has won and this was exactly what Keylara the dark wanted. Suddenly Joanne puts her right foot on your head and presses it down. The pressure between your head and the stone floor is painful like the worst bruises you got in the fight.

“I was in prison for weeks,” Joanne tells you with a crazy look in the eyes and increases the pressure again, “half starved and raped six times. One time by a guard. Why should I give a fuck about you living.”

“Because you wanted to become one of my officers,” Keylara interrupts, “the fight is over. You did well. Even without military training you defeated a well trained men. You proved that women are superior. And for that you are welcome among my ranks. From now on you are allowed to command a squad and use every slave who is not already working for another officer. For this I raise my glass.”

All the other woman approve this and raise their glasses with wine, beer or juice. Joanne seems not completely happy but takes her foot from your head. You still breath heavy. A few bandages would be helpful. But neither the dark witch nor Joanne would give you some.

“And as I promised you, you are allowed to use my slave for your amusement for the whole day,” Keylara continues, “You can do with him whatever you want. But don't kill him. I still need him back. And thanks for the good fight. Both of you.”

“I would describe this fight different,” Zarraz mumbles disappointed, “but you are right mistress. It was … amusing. But I thought that Perell would give us a better show.”

“Glad you see it that way,” Keylara says pleased, “don't worry. Next time you can organize a fight if you want. Then you decide the rules. But for now enjoy the victory.”

You just lay down on the cold stone floor and hope this is only a bad dream. Serving an insane serial killer like Joanne is the last thing you want. You would rather kiss the boots of Keylara then this. Well at last the dark witch is pleased. This is at least something.

“Why do still lay there around?” Joanne suddenly asks and kicks you in the side, “I have plenty of things in mind what I want to do with you. So stand up and stop wasting my time. You and me, we will become best friends.”