MALLERY'S POV
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I don't stop throwing punches, and even though I could feel myself getting weaker, my breath shallow. I'm heaving by the time she's bloody and bruised and I stop, thinking she had enough, but I guess that's my fault, because as soon as I stop, she starts to laugh, her arms falling to the side. Her split lip bleeds, but the blood isn't crimson, it's black. "I was right," she coughs, slowly shoving me back. "You are weak," she growls, sounding more pissed off then what I expected as I fall back. The wind is knocked right out of me, and I stare up at the cloudy sky that turns darker with each passing second. "Well, well," she tuts, and I could hear her get up from the ground. "You will not escape this hell hole, and I hope you are going to enjoy the show, because you just e
