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The Fighter’s Resolve Rbboy wiped the sweat from his brow as..
🕑 Added 2025-03-14 14:05:10 +0000 UTCThe Fighter’s Resolve
Rbboy wiped the sweat from his brow as he threw another punch at the heavy bag in the empty school gym. The rhythmic sound of his gloves hitting the bag echoed through the dimly lit space. Training after school had become routine—his way of staying sharp for upcoming matches. He had a reputation to uphold as the best boxer in his high school.
As he turned to grab his water bottle, he accidentally bumped into someone. It was Jaxon, his opponent for tomorrow’s big match.
“Watch it,” Jaxon muttered, but there was something off in his tone. He glanced around before leaning in. “Listen, Rbboy. Don’t win tomorrow. It’s not a request.”
Rbboy scoffed. “What?”
“You heard me,” Jaxon whispered. “If you win, you’ll regret it.”
Rbboy clenched his fists. He didn’t take threats lightly, but he wasn’t one to back down either. “We’ll see about that.”
The next evening, Rbboy stepped into the ring, ignoring the warning. The crowd roared as the match began. Jaxon fought hard, but Rbboy was faster, stronger. He landed a decisive blow, sending Jaxon to the mat. The referee declared him the winner.
As he walked home, still in his sweat-drenched sports attire, exhaustion weighed on him. The streets were quiet, dimly lit by flickering streetlights. That was when he heard footsteps behind him.
Before he could react, a sharp blow struck the back of his head. Darkness consumed him.
When he came to, he was lying on a hard surface. His arms and legs were bound tightly to a table. A blindfold covered his eyes, and something was stuffed into his mouth, muffling his attempts to call out. Panic set in as he struggled, the ropes digging into his skin.
Then, laughter echoed around him. Low, amused voices surrounded him. Hands trailed over his body, teasing, taunting. Fingers brushed against his chest, playing with his nipples, sending shivers down his spine.
“Thought you could just ignore a warning, huh?” a voice whispered near his ear.
Rbboy’s breath came in sharp gasps as he fought against his restraints, muscles straining. But the ropes held firm. He wasn’t sure what would happen next, but one thing was certain—he had made an enemy, and they weren’t done with him yet.
