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Chapter 9
by dirkdirk
Where will he take is prey?
In a dark alley testing her abilities
Marie was on her way back to her mistress Helena, she had just taken out some enemies of DOA tech and was walking through a dark alley of some unknown city. She wore her usual black gothic lolita outfit and her blonde hair into two long ponytails. She pranced happily through the night knowing that lady Helena would be supper happy with her mission. Then her fighter senses kicked in she noticed four enemies in the shadows. "Fooound you" she shouted in the shadows with her high pitched child like voice. She was as good as he imagined "Go" he sent his man out to the ground to attack the petite girl. All of his men were at least 2m tall and had around 100kg there could be no way a girl could win against them, normally. Marie rose was only 1,47m tall and had only 39kg but she was a brutal fighting machine like the other DOA girls.
The first man tried to attack her head on, a very bad idea, Marie kicked him right in the face she was small but her leg got high giving Trent an nice view of her panties. Seconds later the other three guys were obliterated. She didn't even sweat and looked as innocent as before. It was not time for Trent to step in. He appeared in front of her applauding her furiously. "What an impressive feat little lady" he said stopping in front of her. "Thanks" she said throwing her hair back, she dripped of arrogance and pride, he would love to bring her down. Then she walked past him like not even noticing him anymore. That surprised even Trent but he did what every gentleman in this situation would have done. He turned around giving her but a good smack making her even jump a little. "You'll regret that" she said turning around looking at him as if he were trash. She started attacking him with a perfect flow of attacks fists and kicks changed in perfect flawless patterns but they were useless against him. He blocked all of her moves and counterattacked by simply grabbing her throat and pushing her up in the air. Her short legs left the ground and she began to gasp for air, her arms and legs only hitting the air, too bad her range was so short. Her movements got slower and her face went light blue, how long would she be able to endure this? "Will you be a good little girl?", "Will you beg? Trent asked
Will she beg for her life?
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