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“Almost there!” chirped Visage with its child-like digital voice. It sounded optimistic.

The pony-tailed assassin was face down ass up between Baram’s legs and the red-haired woman was scrambling to her feet after not far ahead.

The window of opportunity was closing and Baram’s hand was running out of cards to play. She needed a few more seconds to regain her momentum, but it looked like either of her opponents would recover any time now.

So Baram took a gamble.

Splitting her legs fully to drop her full weight into the pony-tailed woman’s neck, twisting it sharply to one side and overloading her body with pain. Muscles torn, face pinned beneath her enemy’s crotch. She could smell the heat off Baram’s body, her wetness running down onto her cheeks. She had been defeated and humiliated and all she could do was scream.

But Idol wasn’t finished. Having lowered herself close to the floor she reached for the knife, quickly tossing it at the red-head, missing by a few inches as the assassin threw herself back down onto her ass again. Legs splayed unceremoniously to either side as she retreated further back.

Baram grinned. It was time to press the advantage.

(To be continued.)

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