The crowd is in silent, stunned disbelief as I stand and take in deep breaths, a drip of blood rolling down the side of my tit. My breasts heave up and down with my angry huffs. Bite me? Fucking bite me? Oh...Hell. Fucking. No. I've been mostly civil until now.
"Okay, first thing's first. Your boyfriend? He's only choking you because he's trying to fucking get rid of you. Second. What, are you already at the teething stage little baby? Third...I'm done being nice. The votes are rolling in from the crowd Izzy, and guess what. You were dead wrong, no one thinks you can win. I'm going to fucking destroy you."
Before you can reply or register anything I said with your little brain, I charge at you, grab your throat again, and this time lift your weak little sperm-dump of a carcass off the ground. Your hands reach for my wrists, but really can't do anything. I force you all the way back into the cage wall, your ass smooshing up against the cage, right in front of the Mean Girls in the front row. I see Britni watching on, and point to her with my other hand and yell, "You're next, bitch!" Then I turn my attention back to you, looking deep into those beautiful but cold, dead porn star eyes you have, and whispering, "I'm going to enjoy this. Then, I proceed to smack your face, across with my palm, and back with my backhand, again and again, shouting, "Never! Fucking! Bite! Me! Again! Bitch!" Your head blasts to each side with each smack, and after a good twenty or so, I let go of your throat and let you slide down the cage wall to your ass, weary and rocking around dizzily. "Anything to say, Izzy? Anything at all? This may be the last time I let you talk."