Not Cold Enough

Violate raised a surprised eyebrow. at Bonnie's words. "Break?" She asked. Vi buried her hideous smile in her arms so Bonnie wouldn't see. WOULD she break that young girl? Suggesting she do just that might be worth seeing the look on Allison's face. On Bonnie's face and on Emily's face. On EVERYONE'S face. Violate's thighs squeezed together as she adjusted herself and looked back at Bonnie. She was feeling good and whether it was from the masseuses hands or the possibilities of this delicious web she'd stumbled upon was anyone's guess.

"I won't tell you how to perform your business." Violate said finally.

And to Bonnie's next query, the gardener sighed and hid another grin behind a pleasant yawn. "But, she's mentioned a few things here and there." Violate said offhandedly. "She's in the business too. She hasn't even had one match yet though. She's only recently became of age but she trained hard to live up to her auntie, fufufu."

"She's living in an apartment with another wrestler who has been training her."

Violate knew there was only one thing left to say. "But you're letting this massage go to waist. You should take your mind off of all of that and just enjoy the serenity and relaxation, fufu." That would keep her up all night thinking about it but at least she wouldn't bother Violate for the rest of the massage.

"N-No." Bonnie tried to deny that was her intention. Her option. But what if this girl was just a younger version of Allison? Would it be a big deal if she just roughed her up so bad she didn't want to wrestle before her career even took off? Wouldn't she be doing the whole promotion a favor by denying them an Allison clone who wanted to be just like her good ol' auntie?

Bonnie was starting to feel like she was just as awful as Allison said she was.

This girl was young too apparently. Also a wrestler and 18 years of age? 18 years of age and possibly willing to torture people at will. Bonnie felt compelled to steer her away from Allison, that was if the girl hadn't already become a sadistic bitch like her.

Bonnie clawed at her hair. "T-Thank you for everything B-But I can't stay here. I gotta go... I can't relax. I-I'm sorry!" And with that Bonnie just stormed out of the room to go get her clothes. She needed to be alone, maybe talk to someone. This stuff was getting deep and dark. So unpleasant.

She just thought she could challenge people and fight them to regain her lost honor. She didn't count on people like Jocelyn to be loved by idealistic people like Yi Lan, or for Allison's one apperent weakness to be her young neice of all things. All this was heavy, nothing simple.

It was overwhelming Bonnie Gastin.