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The whistle rang through the room and I sprang into action. Gritting my teeth, I channeled my years of experience in competitive fencing. Hopefully all that time in private school was about to pay off.
I focused on my opponents’ movements, anticipating their attacks and countering them with precision. Every swing of my pillow sent a few feathers and sequins flying through the air. It wasn’t long before I started to find my rhythm, and as the round wore on, I began to feel a strange sense of exhilaration.
My gaze landed on Trippy, who was glaring at me with unveiled hatred.
Good. Let her hate me.
It would make defeating her all the sweeter.
She shared a look with Caramel and their friends, then came for me. I couldn’t let myself be defeated so easily—not by Trippy and Caramel, and definitely not in front of Ransom.
With a vicious roar, I hurled my pillow at her naked body as hard as I could, catching her off guard and sending her sprawling to the ground. The entire left side of her body was cut to ribbons.
I ran after one of the door bunnies next, slicing across his ass, giving him a few extra cracks. More blood-stained feathers and sequins fluttered around me. I was about to go after Caramel when I heard the kind of scream that chilled me to the bone.
I whipped around to see Ransom’s favorite bunny, the black haired one, beating the shit out Trippy from where she lay on the mat. Although she was down, she was refusing to let go of her pillow, meaning she was still a contender. This guy twice her size was smacking his huge pillow against the wounds I’d given her. Every blow sent more of her blood spraying in every direction, making her scream in agony.
I caught a glimpse of her stark white ribs poking through the mangled flesh. When I realized that this dickhead wasn’t going to quit hurting her until she gave up, something inside of me snapped.
All I could see was hot pink faux fur, white down feathers dripping in blood, and sequins...so many sequins, as I attacked the man brutalizing Trippy. My razor wire pillow tore his arm and his back to shreds and left him dripping in red. There was so much blood that when the hulking asshole whirled around to fight me, he slipped and fell in the puddle of his own making.
Hot pink and purple sequins stuck to his bloody skin as I raged on him. Every time his body writhed, it glittered and sparkled under the lights. Eventually Caramel joined in and helped me drag his pillow out of his hands.
“Disqualified!” the ref yelled.
Caramel and I jumped up and down, shrieking and laughing at our victory.
Our moment didn’t last very long.
I think she and I both realized that we’d have to fight each other next. She took a step away from me, glancing at the pool of blood that Trippy and Dickface—because that was his name now—were lying in.
I wiped the sweat out of my eyes and looked around the ring. There were only a handful of us bunnies left. Trippy, Caramel, the two guys from the front doors, and a couple others. I glanced at the clock. Four seconds remained.
“Hey fuckers,” I called to the door bunnies. “Afraid to fight me?”
Two more seconds.
With surly frowns, they both came running at me.
I ducked and covered myself just as the ref’s whistle blew for the last time. I braced myself for their impacts, taking them with a groan. Although it hurt, I stopped thinking about the pain the moment the referee pointed at them and shouted, “Disqualified!”
I sat up and watched them both try to argue, but they’d broken the rules—they’d hit me after the whistle blew and everyone saw it.
“You stupid blonde bitch!” one of them snarled at me.
“You’ll pay for that!” growled the other.
I just smiled and waved my middle finger at them.
“You’re not stupid,” said a soft, yet strong voice beside me. “Theyare.”
I turned to see Caramel standing by my side.
“Those dipshits did it to themselves,” I panted with a faint smile, trying to catch my breath. “Thanks for not attacking me when you had the chance.”
Her warm brown eyes flicked down to my pillowcase, which was in tatters. Silver razor wire dripping with blood poked out of the shredded pink fur.
“Likewise. I know the injuries don’t last, but still...I’d rather avoid it.”
