Fighting For Honor

There is a sting that sets my body on fire, and it is not a fire caused by Mirabelle. Her sweet lips that were only but a few seconds against my skin has now been replaced by the firm fist of a man.

Only caught off guard for but a brief moment, I rise from my seat and turn to face the man who has been so bold to throw a punch in my direction, especially when I was not looking.

Now there is a raging boiling that is starting to build in my core, and I can feel it spill and rush through every vein. It hits my heart like a wildfire and sets my eyes alight. The beast has been awakened. I do not know this man, but he shall pay.

But just as I start to advance, I have Mirabelle pulling me back, “Please, Damien, don’t.” She stutters, and then she mumbles; from underneath her sobs, I hear her softly speak. “This is my husband, Mark.”

Well, I do frankly not care if the man was the fucking pope; he has just attacked me for no reason. Yes