The friend of the enemy of my... habitual rapist

The throw stirred a few brief moments of consciousness in Cardia... the mats almost felt like a bed... almost.

Fortunately, Cardia would not really gain enough consciousness to be disabused of that notion and would remain limp.

Rika was right behind Cardia and leapt out of the ring after her, growling for vengeance against the girl who angered her. "Lesson number six," Rika growled as she approached the nude and unconscious Cardia. "If you wonna do some real damage, take it outside the ring." Rika grabbed Cardia by the hair again, and dragged her further into the gym. She was taking her to the full legnth mirror that spanned one of the gym walls. Once she reached there Rika would take her victom, and throw her right into the mirror.

Cardia slammed into the mirror, resting against it for a second before her knees buckled and she slid down the mirror, hitting the floor. The cold impact shook a dim shimmer of consciousness back in her, but only enough to remain dimly aware that she was having just another typical day of abuse.

Rika was far from done with Cardia. She was out for blood, and she was going to get it. So she grabbed Cardia by her black hair again, lifting her up, and without further ado would slam her head into the mirror, hoping to break it with the girl's skull.

The second slam would leave a sizable spider-web smash in the mirror, smeared in Cardia's blood.

Rika was breathing hard now, lost in the the euphoria of destroying the girl who wronged her. There was much more punishment to be had. She just didn't know what else to do with Cardia unconscious like this. She looked around the gym, searching for something she could use, and then she spotted something. The punching bag she had been working on was still hanging by its chain near the center of the gym. Rika smiled sadistically.

Once again Rika dragged Cardia across the gym to where the punching bag was, and dropped her for the moment once she got there. Reaching up she undid the chain on the bag, dropping it to the floor. When that was done, she would once again reach down for Cardia, lift her up, and with some bit of effort, would chain her wrists above her head to where the punching bag once hung. If all went well, Caradia would be hanging there like a piece of meat.

Rika wiped her brow as she inspected her work. "Lesson number seven: Use the environment to your advantage." She would then slap Cardia's face, wanting her to be awake for this. "Wake up, slut!"

For a few seconds, Cardia didn't stir, her entire consciousness consisting of nothing but registering throbbing, pulsing, vicious pain. Eventually, she would finally stir. "Ennh... ah..." She'd groan, a bit of drool falling from her mouth, mixing with the blood that started to stream down her body.

Her wary eyes would look around, first noticing that she was naked, then slowly noticing that she was tied up... and then they would finally meet Rika with a look of weary annoyance, as though Rika were an alarm clock 15 minutes later than it should be. She would let out a soft chuckle... registering the relative ease of breathing compared to searing pain in her skull, "Don't... you get bored?"

Rika watched as Cardia slowly came around, glaring up at her as she hung there. SHe didn't smile, she was much too angry to smile. "At this?" Rika answered. "No way." She walked around Cardia for a moment, inspecting her figure as if to see which areas were the most vulnerable. "Congradulations. You've been promoted from doormat to punching bag." Rika would then rear back, and with all her might deliver a punch straight into Cardia's stomach.

Cardia rolled her eyes at Rika's snark. She didn't quite remember how the fight she just had with Rika went but all the searing pain in her head was proof it didn't go well for her.

"Didn't... take you long to get me naked," She grumbled, "And you call ME the freak?" For a second, Cardia wasn't sure where she got the impression that Rika had called her a freak but that memory soon showed up.

She braced herself for Rika's blow, huffing loudly as it landed. "Ah..." She growled through pained tones, "What... the fuck's your problem? You win, okay? I've... sure learned never to try to be friends with... a sadistic, thin-skinned bully." Her tone was one of frustration more than anything else. Rika's abuse didn't particularly scare her. The fact that she had gotten so accepting of pain did briefly, but mostly Cardia was just annoyed and frustrated... when her throughts weren't overtaken by brief bursts of AGHITHURTSAGHITHURTSAGHITHURTSAGHITHURTSAGHITHURTSAGHITHURTSAGHITHURTS

"You are a freak," Rika growled out, clenching her fist, and would drive two more punches into Cardia's vulnerable stomach. 'You're a pathetic, noisy freak." She clenched her fist tightly. "And you don't know anything...." Her next punch she would slug Cardia right across her jaw.

"You think I like Sarah fighting my battles for me?" she muttered, more to herself than to Cardia.