“Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of 128 combatants. In seven nail biting and chest pounding...fights you will have to hack, slash, bite and blow your way to victory in a no holds barred match. And we are not kidding around here. Weapons are allowed, as well as items, magic and whatever else you can think of. Only requirement is that you can carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was. Some of the secrets were laughably funny now, like the time they had gone shopping without wearing their bras. It wasn't like either needed a bra with their A-cup breasts just starting to grow. But some secrets she still held to herself; secrets of exploration and discovery done behind locked doors and under sheets.Sue had not even told her husband of those. She felt guilty even today for holding those back from him. He had been her everything and it pained her deeply to recall his suffering as. And... and they want you to be... undressed when they get there." You reluctantly told your beautiful wife, and you felt so jealous when she agreed.On the way home hearing their trash talk about you and your wife, and what they were going to do with her, made you feel so inferior and humiliated.Then as you arrived home, your heart was pounding even harder, as you knew what was going to happen, and there was nothing that you could do about it."Where you at bitch?" Tyrone called out as they. All her life she struggled to make sure everyone knew that she wasn't one to be messed with. From her tattoos and pierced navel to the way she talked to people, she hated looking vulnerable. She hated Jeffery more than ever now because of that. Not that he had done anything to her but now he knew something he could use against her whenever he wanted. Now, thanks to her fuck-up, Jeffery had been given a glimpse at a jagged crack in her shell.She drew the vampire cape tighter around her as she.