Both Emma and David somehow had survived that day’s training Dulce had given them and now it was Frankie’s turn. She was still running about the ring slamming against the ropes, learning how to handle the pain. That bitch of a baphomet’s doing all of this shit on purpose. She paired David with that raiju just to get under my skin! She thought to herself.
And what the hell is David thinking, playing along with all this? He practically dove right into that… that bitch’s tits! He’d never do that with me, accident or not… Damned goat, David and me are suppose to be partners! I’m gonna win this no matter what!
Well, we’ll see who’s the best here! That damn goat’s gonna regret it. She thought, hitting the ropes yet again.
“Whoa, whoa, hold on there!” Dulce called, stepping into the ring. Frankie slowed to a halt, noticing the other two still learning the ropes. Now she could really feel it. She was already incredibly sore from all the running and bouncing, but she could still ignore the pain. What really hurt was watching David. Dulce stamped her feet to get her attention. “You all there, lagartija? You’re gonna do chest bumps too!” She declared, pushing a finger into Frankie’s gut.
“Ouch, quit it! Alright, alright!” She said, swatting the goat’s hand away. “Which one am I going up against, David, or… her!” She said, pointing at either of them.
Dulce laughed. “Haha, no way, the way you are right now, you’d kill them for sure, lagartija.” She said, stepping to the middle of the ring.
Frankie snorted, “Alright, fine, so who am I training with? You?” She questioned, hands on her hips. The baphomet nodded and grinned.
“Tha’s right, lagartija! You better not hold back! We’re gonna do chest bumps like the other two!” She said, pulling back on the ropes. Frankie looked at David and Emma, the two slamming into one another, this time not falling over one another, but instead, knocking each other back. She turned her attention back to Dulce.
“Ha! Can you even reach my chest?” Frankie laughed, shaking her head. Dulce didn’t bother responding, she just pointed at Frankie, then to herself. ‘You, me,’ she mouthed.
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