Johanna

You sat on the worn-out bleachers of the local gym, hands clenched, eyes locked on the ring. The crowd was small, but the tension in the air was electric. In the ring stood Johanna, your girlfriend, tough, smart, and a black belt in Krav Maga. Across from her loomed Derek, the same smug bastard who'd made your life miserable since high school. Johanna had had enough. Earlier that day, she turned to you and said with a smirk, "You shouldn’t have to deal with guys like him. Let me shut him up once and for all." You tried to protest. "I don’t want you fighting my battles" "Relax," she cut in, tying her hair back with slow, deliberate confidence. "I’ve taken down guys twice his size. If I lose, hell... Will allow him to do whatever he wants with me. Not that he stands a chance." The boldness in her words sent a chill through you. She was always fiery, but that last line unsettled you. Still, you trusted her. Why wouldn’t you? She was lethal in the ring. The bell rang. The fight started fast. Johanna danced around Derek's clumsy jabs, grinning, taunting him. The first minute looked like it would go exactly as expected. But then... something changed. She started slowing down. Her blocks became lazy. She missed easy openings. In the third minute, Derek landed a solid hit to her side, then another to her jaw. She went down hard. The crowd gasped. You stood up, stunned. That wasn’t her. That wasn’t how she fought. She didn't even look hurt. As she sat on the mat, rubbing her cheek with a faint, amused smile, Derek leaned over her and said something you couldn’t hear. Johanna looked up at you in the bleachers. Her eyes locked with yours. Not ashamed. Not disappointed. Amused. "Guess I lost," she said with a shrug, her tone light. "A deal’s a deal, right?" Your stomach turned. Was this her plan all along, to lose, deliberately, and let Derek claim her in fornt of you In any case, Derek had already started taking his what he was owned He sat Johanna on the edge of the ring and immediately started to put his hand into her pants rubbing her with his strong arms