Wasn't as good this time, and maybe I had worn myself out already. Got so tired so easily now. But his weapon finally nailed me in the shoulder and I heard it pop back out of the joint again. Gasping, I barely had time to do anything before he had pushed me back to the wall and he slammed his hand against my shoulder. Almost had to bite my tongue off not to scream. He liked it when I screamed too much and if I started he would want me to keep goin'. So instead I just gasped and looked up at him through wide dark eyes.
I guessed that was the end of that little excercize then. He said he wanted me to hurt him before but I didn't think he really meant that. There was still some small sense of triumph when I'd pinned him to the floor with the stick pressed to his throat. I could jumped on it, leaned on with all my weight until bones cracked and popped. Why didn't I? Was it really cause I thought I'd be too slow?
Angrily I shoved him away with one hand, before reaching up and wincing at the pain in my shoulder. Grasping it with my good hand I yanked it back into place, and had to clamp my mouth shut not to scream out. Fuck! Why did he keep doin' that? Get a new trick, asshole.
"You always win." I shot back at him quickly, and I didn't know why I was bein' bad again. I wasn't being that bad but I'd probably already pissed him off. It was so easy to do. I'd scratch his face off if he came any closer to me. Fucking kill him. No more tying me down. I was too strong.
Wondered what he had in mind for next. Maybe it would just be breakfast time. That didn't sound so bad.
I guessed that was the end of that little excercize then. He said he wanted me to hurt him before but I didn't think he really meant that. There was still some small sense of triumph when I'd pinned him to the floor with the stick pressed to his throat. I could jumped on it, leaned on with all my weight until bones cracked and popped. Why didn't I? Was it really cause I thought I'd be too slow?
Angrily I shoved him away with one hand, before reaching up and wincing at the pain in my shoulder. Grasping it with my good hand I yanked it back into place, and had to clamp my mouth shut not to scream out. Fuck! Why did he keep doin' that? Get a new trick, asshole.
"You always win." I shot back at him quickly, and I didn't know why I was bein' bad again. I wasn't being that bad but I'd probably already pissed him off. It was so easy to do. I'd scratch his face off if he came any closer to me. Fucking kill him. No more tying me down. I was too strong.
Wondered what he had in mind for next. Maybe it would just be breakfast time. That didn't sound so bad.
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