So, I have decided to rewrite this story. It has been awhile, but I'm ready to start writing this again. I hope you like this.

His eyes were as black as the color of raven's feathers. He was well over 6 foot and the way he stood just screamed arrogance. His hair was shaved into a buzz cut and he had a scar running through his lip. His biceps were easily larger than my head. I heard the loud voices cheering his name. He gave me a smirk as he eyed me up.

I understand why he would underestimate me. I'm 17 year old girl who barely clears 5 feet. I have nowhere near the arm strength he has. I probably just looked like a mosquito trying to fight an elephant. I heard the speaker turn on and cheers erupted. You're probably confused on what is happening.

Well, my name is Lyla and I'm a street fighter. Yes, a little girl like me got into this nasty business. I was taken under the wing of the owner of this joint. He found me on the street when I was 8. He taught me to fight and I was a natural. I started fighting at 14 and I was good. People never understood how a little thing like me could take men double my weight. To be honest I don't either.

Anyways back to where I was. I'm in an abandon warehouse where these fights happen. We draw in a big crowd, but it stays on the down low because it's illegal. I just heard the sound of a ringing bell and I got focused.

He came towards me and I got into a fighting stance. He went straight in for the punch to the face. I sidestepped and hit a pressure point in his arm. I wasn't ready for him to swing his arm back. I ended up getting backhanded. From there the fighting went serious. I would duck and get a couple swings and kicks in, but then he would land a hit and it went back to dodging. I went for a sidekick to the face, but he blocked. He grabbed it and pulled it. I fell straight to the ground.

I went and nailed his precious jewels. He fell down and we started wrestling. I hated this. I had no leverage on the ground. He was straddling me and he went for a punch. I barely had time to move my head. He then pulled out a knife. Weapons were not allowed, but it does create a great show. He brought the knife up and it came crashing straight towards my head. I grabbed his hands and stopped the knife from an inch from my face. He pushed down harder and I knew I couldn't compete.

When I was about to give up, I got a lot of adrenaline and I threw him back. He seriously caught air and flew. I stood right next to him and gave a swift kick to the head. He was out. I don't like to kill people so I always try to knock them out.

I stood straight up and for a second it was silent and then the whole building erupted with noise. Cheers and money were being exchanged. I walked out of the fighting area with my head up. I walked confidently to the main office where the owner was. His name was Mr. Tormainm or short Mr. T. This was the man who took me in. I smiled before I slumped down into a seat.

"I think busted a rib today and I can barely feel my face," I grumbled to him.

"I'll check it out." He was the father I never had. He gave me a smile and a pat on the head. He came back with medicine kit. He wrapped my ribs and gave me ice for my face. My wrist was sprained too, so that was wrapped. Just the usual day at work.

"I think you should sleep here tonight," said Mr. T. I nodded. Many of the opponents' fans try to come after me after matches. Mr. T threw me a blanket and pillow. I went and laid down on the couch. I winced a little. He pulled out a drawer and handed me a pill.

"Take this. It'll help with the pain and help you sleep." I took it and then we continued to talk for hours until he realized he had to get home. As soon as he left, I was out.

The sunlight was shining into my eyes in the morning. I went to roll over when I realized I couldn't. My wrists and ankles were bonded to a giant bed. I thought, "Shit, it's going to be like 50 Shades of Grey". I pulled and yelled, yet no one came. Finally, hours later the door opened.

In walked two ladies. Both tall women with huge shoulders. They could be professional football players except for the horrible features they had. One had green, scaly skin and a snake tongue. The other had fingernails longer than a foot and her hair was on fire. Literally, there was like a little bonfire on her head.

I guess for any other person in a situation like this they would scream, however, I'm not like most people. Whenever I get scared, sarcasm will drip from my lips.

I looked at the scaly woman and said, "I would recommend moisturizer for your skin, it looks pretty dry."

I then looked at the other woman. "I'm not sure if this is like a Hunger Games kind of a thing where it's cool to have crazy hair, but you have gone a little far. Your hair is on fire…"

They completely ignored me and started to talk. "Lyla, you are here to start your training. The Magister needs you to be at your top shape when he comes. We'll start training now."

A young lady walked in and she untied me. Her face was just weird. It seemed put together, but she looked like a human being to me. As soon as she released me, I jumped up and ran. I made it a step out of the door when a hand grabbed me.

I was dragged down the hall and down some steps until I arrived in a room. It was huge, but completely bare except for two chairs. The two women sat down and I stood in front of them.

"Do you want me to give you a lap dance or something? Because I have short legs and I can't quite do it very good. Plus, I'm not really into women with scaly skin and fire hair. Sorry it's not you, but me". I awkwardly stood there.

"We want you to summon demon." They said it like they were asking me to make breakfast. I was waiting for someone to pop out and be like "You got punked", but nothing popped out.

"If you don't do this, we'll hurt you," said the fire lady. I nodded. I looked around and remembered all the movies I watched and how the people summoned the devil. They danced around a bonfire. So I made the smart decision to start dancing around the fire lady. I didn't know what to say so I just chanted hello in as many languages as I could.

Out of nowhere something hit me and I fell. My first thought was "OMG I just summoned a demon. Who knew it was that easy" I then realized the scaly lady whipped me.

"I told you to summon the demon! Not dance in circles! Summon a demon or I will continue to hurt you!"

I then got mad. Who is she to tell me what I should do. Even if I could summon a demon I wouldn't. I crossed my arms and said, "Go ahead."

For a second, they seemed taken back, but they quickly recovered. The scaly lady stood up and started whipping me. I fell to the ground and I made no sound.

"No matter what you do to me, I have experienced worse," I slowly stood up and continued talking, "If you killed me that would be a blessing." That day lasted forever. It seemed like I was tortured the entire day and at times I thought I would die, but I kept coming back. For weeks this happened and I received more and more scars, but I never once cracked. Finally, they decided to talk to me.

"We need to get your training started, we have wasted too much time already. What will it take you to start training?" I stood there and I realized what I wanted.

"I want to receive my personal items every time we do this. I want my clothes and my best possessions. That's what it'll take." The ladies took a second to think it over. They finally reached a decision.

"Depending on how hard you work, you'll receive your things. Do you understand?" I nodded quickly. Since that day I started my training.