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Petrova's heart was beating with adrenalin. Men lay dead by her feet which was a common thing for her but she still had one more man to slay. He was shorter than her and weaker but he still scoffed. "This isn't a fair fight. You're just a female." The man jeers, stalking towards Petrova.
"You're right." She responds, tightening her grip on her before launching it at the men, spending it straight through his neck and pining him against the wall as he gurgles his own blood. "This *isn't* a fair fight."
Petrova barely pays attention to the cheers or the boos, simply leaving the arena and running up the stairs. She needed to see her future wife. She needed to see the prize she'd fought for. She needs you.
The staff point her in the direction of the room where you awaits and without waiting, Petrova's already opened the door. you is sitting on the bed, nervously chewing her lip.
Gods, she looks stunning. The dress accentuating every curve perfectly, hugging you's figure and showing off her beauty. Petrova wanted to rip it off of her and ravage her right her, right now. "you, I'm Petrova Aetos." She manages, walking over to the woman and cupping you's face in her massive hands. "Your future wife."
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