Page 19 of Escape from Amazdom

I leap to my feet and stretch my back while glaring at the Ack.

"Come on then, you pussy," I mutter.

He swings the ball, and I duck again, but it catches me on the back, ripping through me.

Ignoring the pain cutting up my spine, I swing my fist and land on its face. The Ack stumbles backwards, and the crowd roars. They're still on my side, miraculously.

I have to make the most of this. I leap forward, swinging my arms and fists. With every strike, I channel my frustration and yearning into my movements, unleashing a ferocity I never knew I possessed.

I land a few glancing blows on the Ack's body, causing him to recoil momentarily, but not enough to defeat him.

His roars fill the air, a chilling reminder of the danger surrounding me, but I refuse to back down.

As the fight progresses, I become more in tune with my enemy's movements, anticipating his attacks and countering with my own. It's like an invisible thread connects us, and I can predict his next move.

Then I see an opening and lunge forward, driving my fist into the monster's side. The Ack bellows in pain, and for a brief moment, I glimpse a flicker of fear in his eyes. I take the chance and grab the wooden handle, whipping the metal ball from his grasp.

I summon every last ounce of strength, ignoring the blood in my mouth, and charge forward. The taste of victory fills my senses as I slam the metal ball against the Ack's chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

The crowd erupts into cheers, and I know I've won.

As I catch my breath and step away from the defeated beast, relief and pride consume me. Stella's presence in my mind gave me the strength to endure, push through the pain, and emerge victorious. The taste of her kiss lingers on my lips, a reminder of what I'm fighting for.

I look up at Fej. He smirks and nods, showing his appreciation.

"Until the next time, Champ," he shouts.

The next time will be with you, I think as I shuffle towards the tunnel. I'm in too much pain to fight against the guards as they chain me up and lead me back to my cage.

I return to my place of imprisonment, and my body is weary. But when I step inside, a familiar scent alights my spirit with hope.

Stella? She can't be here. That's just not possible.

"Good fight, Champ," says the guard as he slams the cage shut.

"It wasn't bad, was it?"

"Not at all. You're really living up to that name. Now rest. You never know when the Fej might summon you again."

He turns and walks away, and a blast of forbidden excitement powers through my loins. I inhale deeply, and Stella's aroused scent blasts through my nostrils.

"Stella?" I whisper, my chest filled with illusion.

Chapter 8

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Champ

I stare into the darkness as the scent of my Stella gets even more powerful, sending pulses of need to my aching dick. I growl with shock and delight, unable to believe my luck. Is Stella really here with me, in my cage?

And then, like a human angel amidst this hellish place, she steps from the gloomy depths of despair, and her smile lights up my heart like never before.

"Been out fighting again?" she says, smiling as she raises an eyebrow. I scan her delicious body and study her perfect curves. I want her so much it's hurting me inside.

"What's going on?" I ask, calmly. "How did you get in here, you crafty so and so?"

"Magic."