The common room of the RIP'S mansion clashed perfectly with the typical profile of a biker. Although crowded I could easily judge that the decoration was a medieval mix sprinkled with a little Gothic touch enough to put you in the dark and sensual atmosphere of it.For a moment I stood frozen in front of the door, scanning the entire room.Contrary to what I expected, we did not play rock music but rather a mixture of sensual jazz which gives a thrill of wanting to undress and move languidly to the rhythm of it. Without self-esteem.There were hundreds of people, most of whom were wearing the cult black leather biker jackets... scattered all over the room, the atmosphere was warm.After all, today was Terrion's birthday, the RIP'S champion.I was jostled by a sheep who, despite her obvious state of intoxication, couldn't help but laugh at the fact that I was obviously the best dressed girl in the room.Returning from my trance, I grabbed a half-empty glass that was lying around and sw
That night. Again I looked at myself in the mirror. And I smile. 6 months ago, I was crying in front of a mirror like this, feeling sorry for myself...cameo, dirty and without dignity. 6 months earlier, I was a rag whom Melz took pity on due to her boxing talent alone. 6 months earlier, I didn't know what tomorrow would be like and I didn't really care. And I ended up forgetting something important about myself. I forgot that... I am smart... I fixed my ponytail and inspected myself carefully. The perfect image that I want to give. A young girl who has gone wrong, still innocent but motivated and brazen. I was dressed in a white dress with a flared bottom and a bare back. Which contributed to my appearance as a girl who had nothing to do there. I put on boxing shoes and bandaged my hands to confuse the first impression I wanted to give. I only put makeup on my eyes to give
Melz who takes me to the toilet. Melz who locks us in a cabin. Melz who starts kissing my neck. Melz taking off my shirt and t-shirt. Melz grabbing my breasts. Melz who kiss them. Melz squeezing my buttocks in his hands. I think that's it. It's time to simulate... I mobilize all my acting talent to moan... Melz which hardens even more... I rolled my eyes. A little thing makes guys hard. Unable to tell fact from fiction with girls! But did I have a choice? I had to accept that he fucked me.... Because it's the only way for me. The only way I have at the moment that helps me avoid falling into drugs. The lack of it drives me crazy and the absence of pleasure during fucking allows me to use up my excess energy and adrenaline to resist. Resist one more day, one more minute! one more hour....that's the daily battle I face against my addiction. To my loss, because yes! If I go back to drugs... I will never be able to go back there again....to return there..... Which I re
What Melz preferred most of all was when he went clubbing.it was waiting in line.Of course, he didn't have to at all. After all, he knew almost every bouncer and doorman in town.But staying in a long line full of people eager to have fun but who have to wait - while freezing - for the VIPs to come in and for the crowd to progress (slowly) conclusion the best way to pass the time is to chat with those we have on hand.And that's where it got interesting.people lose all restraint and start talking indiscriminately.....and at a distance we find ourselves crossing the entrance to the club, time passing, it was like listening to the morning news on the radio.And that evening was no exception to the routine.-In any case, I still can't believe that Lucille lost another fight...and by the way made me lose $1000 in bets.-Haha it wasn't his season it seems.-Don't you think that since the girl from last time knocked him out...the newbie who looks like a kid, she has softened a little?-Y
3 months had passed.3 months since my first fight.And it always leaves me with this foggy feeling that makes me think it wasn't quite me.That the girl who knocked out the blonde whose stage name is Blondie. Isn't really me.That evening, rage and despair awakened something in me......and I still can't put an idea to it.I’m still exploring what that was.In 3 months, I started to make myself known. I even had a title in the industry. “The kid who plays in the big leagues”I think it described my situation well since I'm not yet an adult and I'm the youngest boxer in the Women's League.But Melz, this eternal dissatisfied person is not of this opinion, he wants to make me a real Destroyer....and doesn't want me to be known only in inter-girl fights....No, he wants it total.-In 3 months, I am one of the top 20 best female boxers! I scream.-Ah Why do you think it’s an achievement? He retorts sarcastically, For Darko you're just a girl who hits even better than the other girls. As lo
The days that followed passed like a foggy, haggard dream.I contacted Melz the next day to find out when I could start training, thinking that he would be the one to find me a place to train. But his sharp and clear response (Damn it's your job, I'm not your manager) ends up making me understand one thing.I'll have to fend for myself!And this is how, in addition to being a cameo, a fighter and a thief....I also became an expert in infiltration because every evening when the boxing club closed where I trained before I I slipped through the alcove that Sting never thought to close to drag me away.After all, Saheel is such a cozy little town that people never really think about locking up.But hey, he's an intelligent guy and I wonder how he understood but when I came back I found his key ring clearly visible on the table which lined the entrance.I understood his recommendation. He wanted me to be properly equipped for these trainin