Kasumi finally stopped retching, letting out a small groan. She struggled to her feet, leaning heavily against the gate. Already a fierce bruise was forming on her cheek. But her stomach bore the brunt of it. Angry red welts covered her stomach, mostly from the hard leather boots that Rig wore. A hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at Rig, who was staring coldly down at her.





"The high and mighty Kasumi, brought down to her knees by yours truly. To think I was so worried about tomorrow's fight."





Kasumi could barely retort, her chest wheezing from the pain and lack of air, her right arm wrapped tightly around the middle of her stomach. She glared fiercely at Rig.





He glanced down at her torn blouse, at her exposed chest. He smirked. Kasumi, shamed and blushing red from the outrage of modesty, raised her arms to her chest. Rig's gaze carried on downwards, stopping at her bruised stomach.





"Well, you must have been slacking from your training, hmm?"





He dragged his fingers along her belly, igniting a fiery spasm in her middle. She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to react to it. Rig caught it anyway.





"Well then, if you know what is good for you, forget about taking part in tomorrow's fight. It's clear who is going to be the winner."





"You are despicable..." Kasumi replied.









***



Previous:

Mature Content



Next:

Mature Content

Rig stepped back, a cold, maniacal smile forming on his face.***Previous:Next:

***