Chapter 3: A lot of Catfights going on
Pamela is known as the leader of the strongest girls in Catfight City. She's tall, muscular with short black hair and an imposing presence that strikes fear into her opponents. Katja is one of these strong girls and she stands at 6 foot with long brown hair and a toned body that could put most men to shame. Today they were on their way back from lunch when they ran into Romy, a meek girl who always seemed to be getting picked on by everyone else.
Pamela and Katja had seen her before, always cowering in the corner or getting pushed around by stronger girls. This time was no different.
"What are you doing here, weakling?" Pamela sneered at Romy, who looked up with a mixture of fear and sadness etched on her face.
Katja stepped forward to stand beside Pamela, looking down at Romy with a hint of pity in her eyes. "Why don't we give this little loser some help?
Maybe teach her a lesson or two," Pamela suggested with a cruel smile on her face.
Katja nodded in agreement, looking at Romy with an expression of disgust. "I think that's a great idea."
Pamela took the first punch, landing it squarely on Romy's chest and knocking the air out of her lungs. Her fists bruised and battered as she fought against the stronger girls one after another, struggling to defend herself but ultimately losing every time.
Romy begged for mercy but it was no use, the girls were enjoying her pain too much.
Angelica could hear every groan and grunt as they fought, feeling a twinge of guilt but also excitement. She knew she had to be tougher if she wanted to survive in this harsh world of Catfight City, but at least Lisa seemed to be holding up well against the other girl's attacks.