She Hit The Floor Low-low-low 소설 & 이야기

Oh, she knew that there would be consequences, but she simply did not care at the moment. Just as she had suspected, as soon as he hit the floor he came alive. He sprang from the floor and he jumped on her like a hulk. Lucky for her, she saw it coming and she had pulled her knees up to protect her belly, causing him to take a hard blow to his balls. He instantly curled up in pain with both hands clutching his busted ass grapes.

Before he could even react, she lifted her leg and executed a clean, effortless over-the-shoulder throw. Thud! Chuck’s body crashed onto the marble floor with a sickening impact, a pained howl escaping his lips.

She howled, hands flying to cover her face as she wobbled on her dangerously high heels. I tripped her legs and she crashed to the floor, glaring up at me with enraged eyes. I was about to let out a few harsh, snarky and vicious words at her but she grabbed my legs and pulled me, causing me to lose my balance and crash to the floor hard on my ass.

She screamed loudly, writhing on the floor in agony as her hands scrapped the floor for some comfort. "Cut!!!".

She holds my hair stuck by the bun and takes me to the ground with a tug, lowering her elbow towards my throat. I block the blow with her fist, allowing her to hit him. The pain is deaf and makes my arm shaking, but despite making faces when she manages to throw me on the floor, I take advantage of the fact that I am feeling the wood of the floor touching my back and use it as a support to flex the legs, pushing them against the girl's stomach. I kick with difficulty through the long dress, she rolls and gets up, without sketching fatigue.

He moved insanely fast for a man of his stature. All Lora felt we an unrealistically powerful force driving her to the ground. She landed with a thud, her head bouncing off the moldy floor. Needle-like pain reverberated across her skull. She lost her orientation, the world began spinning. As she tried to straighten to her feet another powerful blow landed across her frame, knocking the air out of her lungs, sending her spinning and spiraling across the floor. She collided with the wall, breaking her momentum.

Letting out a dramatic oof as all the air leaves my lungs on impact. “Toya!” I squeal in shocked outrage that I'm now lying on my floor and staring at my ceiling. Ungracefully splatted out like a pancake. She leans over the edge to look down at me, hovering inches above, suitably remorseful with a petted lip and little frown. Adorably sorry for her aggressive maneuver. “My bad…I forgot how weak your little milky white ass was, Miss Witch. Maybe you need to lift some weights or something.”

“Get lost immediately.” The woman was thrown to the floor so forcefully that her bones ached.

She knelt down and felt my left lower leg, but I had no idea why. “This is my favorite instrument. It’s called a shatter stick. And I’m going to show you why it’s called that.” She exclaimed happily. I braced myself as she pulled back and then hit my lower leg as hard as she could. I shrieked from the agony. She reached down and squeezed the meat and said, “Nope, not broken. I think one more should do it!” She swung back hit the same spot and I could feel the bones snap against the force. She laughed lightly like this was a game.

she said, the word low and carved out of stone, “are you?” I swallowed. My throat was a desert. “I’m human.” I didn’t even see her move. One second I was on my feet. The next, the world flipped. A force like a freight train slammed into my chest. I was airborne for a terrifying heartbeat, then my back hit the stone wall. The impact blasted the air right out of my lungs. A sick, crunching sound. My ribs screamed. I slid down the wall and crumpled on the floor in a heap, gasping like a fish on land.