Literature
Fightqueen: straight to hell!
‘’Pathetic slut, your end is near.’’ The cardinal said as both his hands were around the heroine’s throat, closing her airways shut. Fightqueen was gasping, her eyes wide in panic. The nun standing behind her used a rope to tightly tie the heroine’s wrists behind her back. ‘’I am done your eminence.’’ The nun spoke after she assured the heroine’s wrists were tightly restrained and she would not escape. The cardinal released his grip on the heroine’s throat, making the heroine cough as she sucked in much needed air once more. With a mocking laugh the cardinal removed the heroine’s utility belt and threw it on the ground, kicking it away, he then removed her mask, taking a moment to look at the beautifull yet vulnerable woman that had been hiding behind that mask. The cardinal did not knew who she was, and it did not matter, soon she would be dead like all the others. She was not special, she was nothing. ‘’Prepare her.’’ He ordered the nun, the nun nodded and seized Fightqueen