28. Save Her

However, Deathstroke wouldn't stand down. He ran backwards, slamming her into the wires. He jumped backwards, slamming Sienna into the mat. Her release on him dropped as her back made contact with the mat. Deathstroke grabbed onto the lower wire and pushed it down over her throat. I could see her face turn blue from the lack of oxygen. She tried her best to push back on the wire, but she wasn't in the best position to fight off his advance. I watched on in horror as her arms slowly drooped and her eyes began to close.

"FIRECRACKER!" I screamed, terrified by what I was seeing. I wanted so badly to come to her aid, but I knew I couldn't. I watched as her face paled. However, Deathstroke didn't seem to care. It was clear this was why he had come here. He wanted his title and was willing to do anything for it, even if it meant decapitating her.

To make matters worse, Deathstroke looked in my direction and continued to stare at me with a wicked and delighted grin on his face. He knew that