Romans & histoires Face-Slapping

Since the only person who seemed to be brave enough to challenge him was also afraid of him, he didn't see why he should stop being disrespectful and rude. Liam's patience snapped hearing him address the woman in such a disrespectful tone. Without another word, Liam’s hand suddenly shot up, delivering a sharp, controlled slap across the man’s face. The sound of the slap echoed across the yacht, cutting through the low hum of conversation and music. The force of the slap was enough to snap the man’s head to the side, his eyes wide with shock.

I spat at him, with only a few metres left between us. The smile that was starting to spread across his face faded as I threw my right palm at him. A loud smacking sound rented the air as I caught him perfectly on the cheek. It felt as if my palm had been made for that purpose alone. For seconds, there was nothing between us but a tense silence. I’d slapped him so hard that my palm stung, but the adrenaline still coursing through my body numbed it away. Jared had a dazed look on his face and the left side of his face twitched a little.

Zack spat those humiliating words. Flora's eyes widened at his words. She couldn't see anything in front of her except red. Her eyes turned ocean blue as she could not control herself. She raised her hand and smacked his face. SLAP! The sound of the tight slap echoed through the whole dining hall. Zack's face turned to the other side from the slap. His cheek turned red and swollen. He could not believe a woman could slap this hard. Not only that, she dared to slap him in front of others.

I muttered, my voice low but filled with irritation. Her eyes darkened. Before I could even blink, her hand flew across my face, the slap landing so hard that I stumbled slightly to the side. The sting burned against my cheek, and for a moment, I couldn’t even breathe.

His voice was cold, dark, and laced with something even more sinister. The pain was almost unbearable, but I refused to let any tears fall. Not here, not in front of him, not in front of them. Then, before I could brace myself, his hand struck me across the face, hard. The slap was deafening, a resounding insult that sent a sharp sting through my cheek. As my head snapped to the side, the sharp pain bloomed, but I still didn't flinch. I stayed resolute, my eyes narrowing as I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. His spit hit my face next, and a surge of rage flooded through me. How could he?

He is my only hope in getting out of this alive. My other hand finds his cheek, and I use my nails to grab hard and dig into the flesh I manage to cup there. Piercing into softness and digging with all my might. There’s an angry roar as acrylics connect fully, and he cruelly yanks my face sideways, pushing my body by letting me go with the arm around my waist. I’m spun towards him, and he delivers a brutal slap right across my left cheekbone and eye socket, encompassing a vast area with one sharp smack. A burning, spiky pain that instantly spreads to make you feel like half your skull just exploded and rattles your brain inside its chamber. It knocks me momentarily senseless.

Everywhere was silent for a while, not until they heard Clara sobbing “That video is fake…she..she framed me, perhaps someone make a duplicate of my face or, perhaps a makeup artist…..” A hard slap landed on her face, cutting her words short. It was Macho; he was already standing in front of her ready to pounce on her. She was shocked beyond words as the threatening tears in her eyes fall off freely

I have never felt as disgusted in my life as I did in that moment. Without any thought, I spat at him and then said, using the strength I could muster,. "Fuck you!" He chuckled suddenly, throwing his head back as he used the back of his hand to wipe the spit from his face. "So, you wanna do this the hard way..." His chuckle died, and a dark look took over his features. Then, he suddenlu raised his hand, landing a slap right across my face, the loud smacking sound filling up the room.

The disgusting grin on his face when he brought his face close to mine. And at the same time, he brought his hands upon my face and slapped me hard. I groaned in pain as my face twisted to the side, wondering why my life was filled with so much misery. The bald man wiped his lips and stared at me, “There there. You're only going to make it more fun.” he smirked as he placed his hands on my dress, wanting to tear it apart.

When I got to the place, I stood near the popular restaurant in the area to observe the surroundings, and my eyesight immediately took me to the two people standing near the isolated pathway that led to a garden adjacent to the mall in the area. It was really Sophie, and she was standing with the Adam guy, and they seemed to be having a really heated argument. The guy started to point a warning finger at her face, and she brushed it off with one of her hands, but in a crazy turn of events, the guy reacted by landing a slap on Sophie's face. I flinched and was about to race forward to save her when the unexpected happened. Sophie had blocked his second slap, and with a force that sent chills