FORTY EIGHT – HORRIBLE DECISIONS

MIRA

I’ve never been to an underground fighting facility before but it is definitely what I expected and more.

Damon and Darth leads us through the throng of over excited, over stimulated people. It’s barely ten pm and the place is packed. I mean people are literally gumming up against each other packed.

You can feel the excitement and testosterone pumping through the charged atmosphere.

Vanessa turns back to check on me and despite my discomfort, I smile to signal that I’m doing great.

I don’t do well in crowded places and I’m thankful that Darth is right behind me to keep most of the sweaty bodies away.

I am very, very conscious of the amount of lewd glances the men throw my way and I pull my just-beneath-my-ass black dress lower, cursing myself for wearing it in the first place.

When Damon finally leads us into a VIP, roped off section which provides a clear view of the ring, I breathe a huge sigh of relief at the thought that I won’t be subjected to the horror of watching the mat