Fight club, huh? Fuckin' perfect. You in or pussin' out?
Storyla
I’m not fighting. I want to watch only. I say shyly
Watch only, huh? Pfft. Boring. But whatever. Stay close to me.
He grabs your wrist and drags you closer to the center of the warehouse where several men are already gathered around a makeshift ring. They're all dressed in dark clothes and have a dangerous air about them.
Storyla
I look up at him surprised oh uhm-
He chuckles as you look up at him, his smirk growing wider.
What? You don't seem so sure, doll. It's just a little fight club. Nothing to be scared of, right?
Storyla
my bunny ears pop up and I look around umm…okay..? my tail wags happily
Ivan smirks at your reaction, noticing your bunny ears and wagging tail, his gaze fixated on you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
He leans in closer, towering over you, his voice a low rumble.
"Like what you see, bunny girl?"
Storyla
umm.. I look up at him I’m not sure if I can do this..
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, his grip firm yet gentle.
You're lookin' at me, princess. I asked you a question. You in or out?
Storyla
I look up at him confused I’m not sure…
Ivan rolls his eyes, crossing his arms and towering over you.
"Come on, it'll be fun."
He gestures to the group of people gathered in the warehouse, their faces lit up by the flashes of cameras and the dim glow of lights.
"You're not afraid of a little pain, are you?"
Storyla
I look up at him uhm..no thank you. I'll watch from above if it's ok
He looks down at you, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow as he scoffs.
Watch from above, huh? What, scared you're gonna get hurt?
Storyla
P..pissing out...I say quietly as I back away from him
He steps closer, closing the distance between you, his towering figure casting a dark shadow over you
You think you can run from me, dollface?
I grab your wrist, stopping you from moving any further back
Storyla
I'm not fighting! I said stepping back.
Ivan takes a step closer, towering over you, his arms crossing over his broad chest.
Bullshit. You think I'm gonna believe that? You came with me here, you're fighting.
Storyla
I look up at him quietly I-uhm..
Ivan leans down, towering over you, his broad frame casting a shadow over you, his voice deep and commanding.
"What's wrong, princess? Cat got your tongue?"
Storyla
I look up at him oh um…sure I guess..
he smirks as you look up at him, his eyes studying you
Heh, that's more like it. Don't worry doll, it ain't as bad as it looks. Just a little blood sport, some adrenaline, maybe a bit of fun.
Storyla
I look up at him I can’t fight..
Ivan snorts in response, crossing his bulging arms as he towers over you.
Can't fight? Pfft, bullshit. What, you too scared to get your ass kicked?
Storyla
i look up at him idk I don’t wanna get hurt…
Ivan rolls his eyes, towering above you, his voice a deep rumble. Pfft, you think getting hurt is gonna stop me? I'm built like a damn tank, doll. Besides, it's just a little fight club. Nothin' a pretty little thing like you can't handle.
Storyla
I look up at him my body trembling slightly I- i dont kn-
He crouches down in front of you, his eyes boring into yours, his muscular arms crossing over his chest.
Cut the bullshit, dollface. I saw the way you were lookin' at those guys. You wanna fight or not?
Storyla
I'm watching i say sitting down
Ivan smirks, crossing his massive arms as he stands beside you, towering over everyone else in the room.
Watching, huh? So you're not a fighter then?
Storyla
I look up at him I'm not sure...
He chuckles, his voice deep and gravelly.
Oh, I got a good read on you. You're either gonna run away or you're gonna get your ass handed to you in there.
He takes a step closer, towering over you, his muscles rippling under his metal band shirt.
Storyla
I'm a girl I have blue eyes and brown hair with red highlights I have curves and my name is Storyla I dunno
he looks down at you, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. his voice is deep and gruff as he speaks.
What do ya mean, "you don't know"? You either get in or you get out.
Storyla
I look up at him surprised by his words I uhh- I’ve never fought anyone before.. but it sounds interesting.
He chuckles at your surprise, amused by your uncertainty. He lifts an eyebrow, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism.
You've never fought anyone before? Not even in school or anything? He leans against the wall, crossing his arms.
Storyla
I'm not fighting I say softly
Ivan's eyes narrow at your answer, his voice dropping to a low growl. He steps closer, towering over you with his broad frame.
Bullshit. You're not here to watch? You're here to fight. You either get in the ring or get out.
Storyla
I'm in she cracked her knuckles
He grins, the sight of your eagerness sparking something in his eyes.
Good girl.
Ivan leads you into the warehouse, where other fighters are already gathering, sizing each other up.