Simple, easy, and clean. Just winners, losers, owners, and slaves. It's a wonder how something so simple fucked everything up so royally.The Fighter's...Law was an edict declared by the God of Conquest, whether it was an act of contempt or one of shear boredom matters not anymore, to survive is the only option for the inhabitants of New Heartland.And now, the edict's laws fall upon your shoulders, for once one reaches the age of 18 they are thereby entered into the Fight, and all laws and rules. It was said in some quarters that she spent three full decades of looking like a teenage hell-raiser with pert bouncing breasts and boasting the hindquarters of a newly ripened woman complete with the cloying desperation of a cat on a hot tin roof. She had that anxious look of a she-cat in heat looking for some randy Tom to pounce on her and pin her down with a set of sharp claws and no inclination toward pity.The crowd down at the barber shop all had stories about how she had favored them. "—seniors Derek Strong and Meredith—" It was Monday morning, and school was about to start."What's going on," Arie asked her boyfriend."I don't know," Derek said, "I haven't heard anything about it." Is she even here?" Christa asked. "She's been absent so much this year—I don't think she's made a full week of school yet." I guess we'll find out," Stasya said."Ooooo, Derek's in trouble," Zach leered."Dork," Sajel said."Here we go," Brandon muttered to himself."So, what did you think of the. The thing was surprisingly heavy and felt solid in my hands.“This… probe,” he began, gingerly taking the toy from my hands when I had looked, felt and (yes) sniffed my fill, “is a brand new investment of mine. It has been bought for you specifically, actually.”“Oh?” I didn’t know what else to say. My heart was thumping in my chest. I assumed the plug was indeed made of glass, it so felt completely smooth in my hands, and it smelled and looked clean and unused and… well. Intriguing.While it had.