Emmi: Fighting Back

I sit like the good little Princess I’m meant to be. Although I secretly want to stand a table and strip while screaming fuck the Wolversons. The idea swirls around in my mind. I watch as Zane fights, and hell, he looks hot. Here he takes off his top like he doesn’t care what people think. No doubt because while it’s off, he’s almost killing men with his fists.

Bear has just been walking around the room, avoiding me, and god knows where Dante and Gunner are. I look around me. I’m in just as much of a prison here as I was at home. If not worse, because they treat me like a damn slave. They went from looking at me with lust, need and smiles, to like I’m just another woman, as Bear said.

So, they don’t want me. I feel the anger burning through as I watch Zane beat the second guy in the ring before someone pulls him out. A guy near the ring looks drunk, too drunk to notice who I am, right? My eyes go back to Bear, watching as he steps into the ring. I wait, watching as he begins fighting,