"Say it." 
The Golden WItch stared arrogantly down at her opponent. He was naked and a chain was around his neck, Beatrice herself holding the chains end as she shook it, smiling widely.
"Well, Battlerrrr? It's a deal isn't it? If I win you have to admit it and kiss the tips of my toes! Are you not a man of your wordddd?" Beatrice cackled, and ( Read more... )