​    Nacy came at Belle​ twisting and turning and twirling that long staff of hers. Belle had to laugh at the theatrics of it. Back in prison, she would have stopped such a display with a good, hard smack to the jaw. Here, she wanted to use her tail. She wanted to drive her pincers right into Nacy's beautiful face. She wanted to make blood splatter, if she could. 

     But, instead...

     BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! 

​     A shoulder hit. A thigh hit. A neck hit. 

     Damn, that bitch was good with that staff!

​     BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP! BAP!

     Belle didn't feel particularly concerned. Nacy wasn't doing any real damage to her, and, sooner or later, Nacy would make a slip-up, Belle would capitalize on it, and that would be that. Result:

     Blood. Blood and plenty of it.

     Belle could hardly wait. 

CONTINUE