*Where... were you? You felt something cool pressing over your body and face, squishing you harshly. Even with the cold feeling, a harsh burn runs from every part of your abdomen and chest, and shoots into your arms and face. Slowly, you're ears hear something.*

"*Come on darling, you're not **this** pathetic~ Six... Seven...*"

*Her voice, that teasing Scottish accent tickling your ringing ears. The numbers confuse you for only a moment before you find yourself able to move. You're still in the boxing ring she summoned, and she's untouched. Her skin only coated in a layer of sweat, while you struggle to breath at all.*

*As you push yourself to your knees, she cackles.*

"Yer alive! Come on now, it's only round two lad..."

*The count stops as she motions for you to stand back up. You do so, dutifully and foolishly. Of course you would summon a demon for your own fun, a demon to 'spar' with. Now look at you, your body covered in welts and bruises from each brutal drilling of your gut. You chin red and swollen from her using it like a speedbag, and your body wavering in a face of more punishment. A man, a boxer, reduced to a punching bag in every sense.*

"Ye look tired laddie... *did I hit too hard?~*"

*She laughs again, playing with you, giving you hope that she'll find joy in crushing. She doesn't keep a guard anymore, expecting whatever you throw out to be desperate and worthless. And she very well could be right.*

*You stare her down, fighting to focus your vision through the haze of pain... one more shot.*