Pretty Little Pit Fighter

What the HELL is up with this ya sick freak!!!!

She was not about to calm down she was pissed and trapped and in no way happy with it.

Whats your problem!!!!
 
"Will you relax and calm down if I open the door?"
He opened the door and entered the cell.
"You went back to the pits. I have ended that life for you. As far as they're concerned, your dead. I know you like fighting. I'm getting that. It's part of you. I'm trying to offer something better than a life of the pits. All I ask is that you please stay here. You'll are free to roam the house but please, stay here on the grounds."
 
So what kind of fucked up prison fantasy or whatever for you is this and did ya ever ask me if I wanted a different life than the pits?

She glared growling nearly as she spoke she hated him hearing that the pits thought she was dead now.
 
She glared at him.

Nudge huh...

She hissed.

I want out of here and I will get out of this place no matter how much "freedom" around the grounds I have... if it KILLS me.
 
He sighed at her.
"I didn't want to have to do this now, but you've left me no choice."
He reached around the corner and grabbed the file folder.
He handed the file folder filled with all the information about who she was and her whole family history. It had everything down to her feet prints from when she was a baby.
"I wanted to give this to you when you're ready, but clearly you're about to leave, so I wanted you to have this."
 
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