Double Strike. A Trophy for Champions

There were two of them… but I remember very little. How did I end up in that hotel room? What happened that night—and who was with me?
But there were two.
I would never allow that. I wouldn’t voluntarily let anyone touch me.
But the moment I calmed down and started coming back to myself—THEY appeared again.
Bold, confident, strong—mocking and joking.
Future boxing champions.
And they decided I was their trophy.
But I won’t let that happen so easily. And I’ll punish them for that night.