Adea
When I was able to pull my gaze from her body on the form, my eyes darted to her opponent. He was hurt but not as badly hurt as her. I let them roam his body and noticed he wasn’t very tall. What he lacked in height he made up with muscle. Blood dripped from his fist and I knew he would end her if she didn’t back out.
Her opponent took two more steps towards her before he came to a stop. I held my breath as he squat down beside her body. A beefy hand reached out to grab her, and when she didn’t move away, I knew she wouldn’t get away.
His fingers dived into her hair and as he gripped a handful of her hair, I fell back into my seat. As he lifted her, she cried out and threw her hands out to hurt him. She flung wildly and screeched as she tried to tear into his skin.
He didn’t bothe
