"You want a fight, Alexandra? Fine. Let's dance then."
With a fierce battle cry, I rush forward, striking Alexa with a flurry of blows to the head and torso, determined to overwhelm her with my undisguised aggression. As We clash, the sound of flesh striking flesh echoes obscenely through the empty yard. I fights with a wild, reckless abandon, pouring all her fury and frustration into each blow.
We grapple and struggle, our bodies pressed against each other in a bizarre dance of violence and dominance. Alexa cries out as the rough brick wall of the mansion digs into her back as I press her against it, pinning her in place with the incredible force of my attack.
My fingers tangle in Alexa's long blonde hair, and I jerk her head back and unleash a flurry of blows. Alexa grits her teeth as she takes the blows, refusing to scream or show weakness. Instead, she grabs my curly locks with both hands and pulls with all her might, throwing my head back and breaking my grip.
We remain pressed together, our eyes blazing with fury and determination, our chests heaving as we breathe heavily from the effort. Beads of sweat on our skin mingle with the blood and dirt of the mansion. The air is thick with the coppery scent of spilled blood and the acrid taste of adrenaline.
I headbutt Alexa viciously, the loud crack of skull on skull echoing through the alley. Stars flash before Alexa's eyes, but she doesn't fall. She stands her ground, refusing to give in.
I lean closer, brushing my lips against Alexa ear, and whisper, "Keep fighting, slut. Keep resisting. In the end, it'll only make your surrender even sweeter. And when I'm done with you, everyone will know for sure that you are my bitch. My slave. Mine."