Try to make me cry
I stated.
Then, with a furious, open-handed smack, I clapped her face. She cried out and fell to the carpeted ground. Before she could even scramble back up, I grabbed a handful of her red dress and pulled her up again, then clapped her again—harder this time. The sudden, raw violence made my nose bleed slightly from the effort, a small, hot stain spreading on my collar.
I didn't want to hear her speak again. I grabbed her arm, dragged her across the office, and hauled her out the door.
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