My Sweet Baker is a Street Fighter?

*Kick* *Punch* *Fling* And..... *Final kick* The opponent fell on the floor, unconscious as I made my way out of the fighting ring and towards the counter. This fighter wasn't as talented as he had shown himself before the fight. More like an armature. I collected my money from the counter and started walking out of that disgusting place, where people were howling and cheering on the failure of the other fighter. Another useless piece of mutt! I thought as I gave a last glance to the unconscious body of the opponent, before making my way out of the burned building, which was now used for underground street fighting and for other smuggling meetings of mafia gangs. I never interfered in such meetings because I only came here as a fighter. I was the undefeated fighter, Dark Horse. I might look small and fragile, but the opponent had always showed a hint of fear after hearing my name. It never failed to make me smirk. It would cause a wave of euphoria to run throughout my body, making adrenaline to pump faster in my veins. Exactly, the thing I wanted. I wanted to see the fear in men's eyes. If they thought that I was weak, then they would surely get something from me, and it won't be pleasant for them. I started walking back to my apartment from the dark streets. The light was illuminating from the street lamps, giving an amber light around the region of stand in the darkness of night. My breath clouded in front of my face due to the freezing air that surrounded me. When I reached my apartment, I unlocked the door and made my way to my room. It was a simple, plain room, or you should rather say boring. But I had no interest in having a colorful and decorated room. My room walls were grey and my master bed had white duvet sheets. I took out some comfortable clothes from my closet and took a warm long shower to clean all the dirt from both, my body and my soul. However, was it even possible. Pretending to actually wash your filthy side clean was pretty pathetic. I knew but couldn't think of anything else. I lied down in my bed, my eyes aimlessly staring at the plain white ceiling. My life. What was my life? I had made much money from my bakery and street fighting. I was giving a good life to my sisters and mother. But isn't something missing? Where's happiness? I didn't live with my family. I hardly managed to open my own bakery after getting the beats and torture from my father. He's a drunkard man and only acknowledged his desires and needs. He never gave a s**t to my mother, or me, or my twin sisters. After turning eighteen, I left that hell and began to live on my own. After all, it was better than getting beat up for no reason by the only man that is supposed to support you no matter what, to protect you. Glady, I managed to own the bakery. My dream! I always wanted to own a bakery because I simply loved baking. I think this gene came from my grandmother. She was a great cook and we would always bake different things whenever I would visit her. My bakery was doing fine. We had many customers who loved our products. Many families came to buy birthday cakes for their dear ones and sweets. Especially, many fathers! Sweets seemed to join one heart with the other. It made the sad ones happy, depressed people could feel a bit hopeful, and it could make anyone smile, of course, if they weren't some brute. I despised men because I knew them very well! They're cruel and insane. They think that women are their slaves. They would abuse and beat them. I would never let anyone hurt me more than I already am, because of my father. I wanted to beat the s**t out of them, that's why I started street fighting. It's a place where I would release all my frustration. But no one knew my identity there, which is the thing I want to keep the same way. It's not like I'm bisexual! I had also dreamed about a prince charming like every teen girl would dream about. But you know what? I had come to know that this is a world full of cruel and dominating men. No one loves you, so you better should take care of yourself than to expect someone to take care of you. I would never let anyone in my heart or in my life. Never! And with that last thought, I drowned into a deep slumber.