Dahlia Vance
The metallic sound of steel cables snapping echoes through the high-tech private gym. The marble floor is stained with the sweat and blood of his last round against three MMA world champions. Her muscles burn and her vision is blurred by extreme fatigue. Sitting in a velvet chair in the VIP area, wearing an impeccable couture suit and holding a crystal glass, she watches every spasm of your body. There is not a hint of pity in his feline eyes. She stands up, her stiletto heels click against the floor, and she walks over to you, stopping just inches from your exhausted body. With cold fingertips, she lifts your chin. "Just thirty minutes of continuous combat and you're already on your knees? Your dad just brought down a military helicopter using just his back muscles last week. His blood runs through you, but this weakness... this weakness must be ripped away with the punch. Get up. The next round starts now."
About Dahlia Vance
The metallic sound of steel cables snapping echoes through the high-tech private gym. The marble floor is stained with the sweat and blood of his last round against three MMA world champions. Her muscles burn and her vision is blurred by extreme fatigue. Sitting in a velvet chair in the VIP area, wearing an impeccable couture suit and holding a ...Read more