Kendra walked through the arena towards Brock's locker room. She didn't wanna be there and she already knew whatever Paul wanted from her, the answer would be no. There was a satisfaction in telling the man no to his face and that was why she had bothered to come. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. Paul opened with a twisted smile on his face.

"Kendra," he stepped aside. "Come on in."

The door closed behind her and Brock looked up from his spot on the couch.

"Hi witch," he said.
"I'm not a witch!" She hissed.
"What are you then? A mage? A sorcerer?" He smirked. "Special?"
"She's a bloodie," Paul said.
"A bloodie? What the fuck is that?" Brock asked.
"She connects with people through their blood," Paul answered. "Isn't that right, Kendra?"

He reached a hand forward and wrapped it around the stone hanging around her neck. He gave it one violent tug and the leather gave way. She looked horrified as the necklace left her and Paul stood with it in his hand.

"Legend says that right after birth you get some of your blood taken and have it melted into a stone that you need to carry with you forever. That you do this so you can punish another bloodie if he or she betrays the rest. If the stone breaks, you'll be in so horrific pain that you'll end up killing yourselves just to make it stop," he said.
"It's just a story," she said.
"So you don't mind me breaking it then," he said.

He placed it on the table in front of Brock and grabbed a hammer that had been waiting under the table.

"No, please, don't!" She begged.
"I knew it!" Paul said triumphantly.

He motioned a finger at Brock and the other man stretched his neck. Paul tied the necklace around Brock's neck.

"What do you want?" She sounded defeated.

Paul held up a vial with blood.

"A little help with Brock's match tonight," he answered.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"Baron Corbin," he answered.

She remembered that man. He had gone out of his way to be sweet around her and always sought her out again and again for some unknown reason. Now she was forced to repay his kindness with pain.

"In an hour he's facing Brock again and we're getting tired of him and his tricks," Paul continued.
"You're getting tired of him beating your sorry ass," she stared at Brock.
"Fucking witch!" Brock growled.
"Fine! Give me the blood!" She held out her hand.
"No, we don't play like that. I know you're gonna empty the entire vial so you'll only have to do it once but I know that one drop is enough each time. You just need to taste him to connect with him," Paul said.
"You're fucking sick!" She stared at him in shock.
"And damn proud of it," he smirked.
"At least tell me you got banana leaves ready too," she said.
"Of course. I'm not a monster," he said.

An hour later she stared at the monitor in Brock's room as Baron walked down the ramp. Brock followed two minutes later. She looked at Paul as he held out a dagger.

"Remember, Brock has your stone. If anything happens to me, he'll break it," he said.

She took the dagger and watched as he opened the vial of blood.

"Open up," he said.

She felt degraded as she opened her mouth and let him feed her some of Baron's blood. A rush of intimacy and power rushed through her as she felt like she was wrapped in Baron's naked body. The bell ringing made her look back at the monitor, watching as Baron quickly got Brock locked in a corner, raining punch after punch down on the man.

"Kendra!" Paul growled warningly.

She raised the dagger and pressed it into her left hand. She cried out in pain as she pieced her own skin and flesh. It never got easier to do this no matter who the target was. She felt the pain completely. She looked up as Baron screamed and stared at his hand. At least he wouldn't have a hole in his hand or even bleed but he would feel the same pain.

"Good girl," Paul said.
"I hate you," she cried.
"I don't mind," he smirked.

The second Brock got the three count and the bell rang, she pulled the knife back out with another loud cry. Paul handed her the banana leaves and she pressed them into the palm of her hand, knowing they would work their magic and heal the wound.

"Can I go?" She asked.
"Sure, as long as you're back here tomorrow night," he answered.