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Dale is pressing into me even tighter now, and there’s barely enough space for me between him and the wooden structure. “Limbs and Core: Groin. Extremely vulnerable area. Shins. Full of nerves, causing sharp pain. Hands and fingers. Bending fingers back causes intense pain. Knees. Can be dislocated.” Just when I thought my own knees would dislocate from the emotions building inside me, he backs away, smiling at me, “That’s all for today, Dora, now make sure you master everything I just said.” He walks out of the basement, and I collapse to the ground. What exactly did he just say? Wait… he didn’t do that on purpose, now did he? That sly old man.

Slowly, so slowly, as if each millimeter of his descent were an agony. Then, the dull thud. His knees hit the hard floor. He is on his knees. Before me. Head bowed, shoulders hunched with pain and humiliation. I tower over him. I see the nape of his neck where sweat beads, his disheveled hair. I see the wounded beast, domesticated. I circle him, a lioness around her prey. My shadow falls upon him. "Now. Say it." He clenches his teeth. I hear him breathe, a laborious wheeze.

He tried to taunt Monica, but in the end, he got beaten up by him. "Don't worry, Miss Tomari, I can fight, even if my leg is cracked and my chest is wounded, I can fight very well." Hong tried to reassure Togo and said, "Did you forget about my technique? I can shut down my pain." Even though his leg cracked, it didn't mean he couldn't fight since he had a technique that made him capable of shutting down his pain, even if he was injured, he could fight anytime, so there was no need to worry, right?

I don’t bother to ask again. Dahil yata sa lumilipad ang utak ko samahan pa ng sakit ng ulo, n*******n ko ang sahig nang wala sa oras. Nabitawan ko ang tray na hawak, tumilapon lahat ng laman noon sa sahig. Natutop ko ang bibig nang makitang nagkalat ang kape sa Persian carpet ng opisina. I’m screwed. "M****a! Genessia, watch out.”

While dwelling on useless thoughts, suddenly, my legs were pulled down by great strength. "Ouch! Shit!" I groaned in pain as my upper body forcibly rubbed against the hole, but it helped me escape from the narrow hole. I fell to the hard ground, then tried to get up. I caressed my left hand, which became the fulcrum as I fell earlier. It felt a little sore but fortunately didn't last long. The pain went away after a while. Dimas' presence made my head look up. Seeing the man extending his hand with a slightly worried face but harboring a sneering smile on his face.

Trixie said pouting that she wouldn't get to fight the powder man. Author's notes: I want to apologize for not uploading as I normally do, I have been physically down and currently still down. I don't know if you guys know what sciatica is or how it feels, but it ain't no joke at all. I'm currently trying to get through it slowly but surely. So please bear with me a little while longer. I will update as much as I can, thank you guys for your patience.

It hurts alot. ************

I said trying to stand up but every bone in my body ached rapidly causing a breath to get caught in my throat and me to sit back down. "Hey" Ezra and Ezekiel said reaching out to steady me as I fall back towards the bed. "Just relax, okay" Ezekiel said gently pushing some hair behind my ear. "Why does it hurt so much" I ask almost out of breath. "You, uh" he said mumbling but I had no patience. "I what, just spit it out already" I said clearly annoyed at the situation. "You shifted last night" he said and I looked toward the others who nodded their heads in agreement.

Rolling down as in pababa sa mas maputik at mas masukal pang mga damo sa baba. "Holy shiit!" I cursed out at the impact when a few torns had fortunately pricked my back and my arms. I swear I looked like hell right now with all the mud I have all over my body. When I tried to get up, I grimaced when I felt like a hundred needles pricking into my back. And this was all his fault! "Mapapa----" bigla na lamang akong Napatigil sa pagsasalita when a hand suddenly clamped my mouth, alarming me with it.

Seeing his troubled face, he smiled despite the excruciating pain. "I... I fell. Sorry to worry you like this!" He said in a weak voice, looking at her face, which was ready to cry at any moment. And just as Conard had expected, tears welled up in his eyes. He reached out a trembling hand to touch her injured arm, but stopped just an inch away. Hesitantly, he looked at Conard who was smiling at him despite his pale face and intense pain. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his hand.