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 ...ot 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 actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or. Probably be enough space behind to give you some access to the wiring. Now, what about the windows?" “You have probably guessed that Kara, that's my girlfriend you saw last night, doesn't like wearing a lot of clothes.” Dirk looked at the wall where the stairway and electronics were to go, trying to imagine how it would work. He paused a couple beats, then turned to the contractor. “So anyway, I'm going to want windows overlooking the courtyard, and windows overlooking the back yard.” “She’s. She giggled to him and went to the refrigerator. “We need water.” And she bent low to reach in, and draw out two bottles of drinking water, and then headed back. She paused before she went down the corridor, and looked back over her shoulder, where her ass was on display, showing several bruises.“You better clean up your mess, or the next time we have sex will be after your funeral.” She then giggled and went back into her... no, his bedroom, and again, heard the door shut, and the ominous. "It's one of the trainers. He's short and thin with long dark hair. He wears a mask, a white face; expressionless, no feeling. He's holding the cane they use to beat me. He spreads my thighs with the tip of the cane, looks at the cuts and the bruises. He seems pleased but I can't tell from the featureless mask that covers his face. My cunt is naked, exposed, but he's not looking at that; he's enjoying the bruising that they've done to my thighs. It's horrible how he's staring at me, more.