All Chapters of Get In The Ring, Daddy.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

🦪 DORA 🦪Dale has gotten stricter; he’s somehow gone from 1% to 10% of cruelty, he’s just like the unbearable cold weather and the cloudy, gloomy sky this morning. I barely got three hours of sleep when Dale dragged me off the bed to lift this crazily heavy thing off the ground that’s beginning to feel like nothing but an important assignment.“You have rested, now try again,” he commands. What’s it with commanding? After our last sex, he simply changed.Our last sex… wonderful sex, I’d do that again.“Lift Dora!”“I am lifting!” I snap back, “Maybe I just didn’t rest enough; three hours of sleep is equal to no sleep.”“Separate your legs, bend your body, gather your strength, and lift!”As instructed, I separate my legs, giving them space, bend my spine, and try to lift again. My attempt to lift from the ground is followed by a scream, but even after screaming and pulling, putting every existing effort I can, I was only able to lift it off the ground an inch before slumping dramati

🦪 DORA 🦪Like I said, ‘accepting fate and getting used to my situation.’ Because what else can I do aside from accepting a doom I signed sober? It’s my third black card already. Which means the third time I’m going to survive a fight, my third kill, and another black card, bringing me closer to getting the red card.I’m getting used to the whole thing, from getting the card to being blindfolded until you are at the ring, drinking the trending 10 minutes max poison, but what I can never get over is the ring itself, standing in front of your opponent knowing one of you has to die, would literally suck the air out of your lungs, it is a nightmare.My opponent this time is a huge fella, not as huge compared to my last underrated trauma, but he’s at least a medium-sized. If he has to look me straight in the eyes, he’d be looking down on me. He’s a young man looking like an old man with a fly away hairline, which goes way too far to the center of his head, with brown hair that looks dirty

🦪 DORA 🦪Mr. Bald man lay dead on the ground, and my neck immediately flew to the ranking board. “This fight better rank me straight to the top 2 or else…” My sentence is cut short as I stare at my position on the ranking board, my body shaking vigorously.“Top 15?” I ask rhetorically. “How’s that possible? I hit the top 10 during the last fight!” I’m screaming now. “There’s a mistake somewhere; check and retify immediately.”“There are no mistakes on the ranking board, Miss Dora,” the digital voice responds. “More people have joined Umbra, and it’s only natural for your ranking to fluctuate. The reason you hit the top 10 after only two fights is that others have died, and the number of fighters has reduced by half. But when new people join, the number of fighters has increased, which made your ranking look like it decreased. You are still at the same spot, you just have more people to fight because more people joined.”I gawk at the ranking board again, my eyes landing on The Reape

🦪 DORA 🦪“It’s time.”Words that make someone’s heart jump out of their chest. Who would survive this time? Me or my opponent? What would be our challenge this time? Would it be a damn quiz again, or would it be something more challenging? Would I die before I get the red card? That damn reaper would get to live if I die… I can’t let that happen.This experience has taught me why no one likes going to war.I stumble into the ring, blindfolded as usual.“Welcome, Miss Dora, please take off your blindfold.”I did, and this time, my opponent is waiting in the ring. I look around the ring, noticing a difference in the place I’d either walk out or be carried out of.My opponent is an Asian middle-aged Chinese man who looks like the typical men who star in a Kungfu movie, either as the protagonist or the villain. This fight would be a long one, I could already tell.The ring has shrunk to like three times the size it was during my other fights. Now, there’s barely any space to back off. T

🦪 DORA 🦪The hardest thing about signing a death contract is that you never know which day will be your last. My father also probably didn’t know; if he did, he would have hugged me tighter that morning, and rather than promising me a gift for my birthday, he would have given me one before he left.My opponent’s scream elbowed my spirit back into my body, and our lives flashed before our eyes, both my opponent and me. The antidote slips from his grip, and so does my heart; it literally drops to the ground.My opponent stretches his hand, but it is too late; gravity has taken the antidote out of his reach.15 seconds.Well, here goes nothing.I jump down in a hurry, cupping my palms together, and I raise them, hoping I’d catch it.I did catch it, and I twisted the lid immediately and gulped down the liquid.My opponent screams from the ladder, but it was too late; the antidote had found a new home in my tummy. He can have the ladder.“Yo peng ting, I grabbed them keys, cracked the bo