Novel & Cerita Slap Forehead

My nails dig into his skin, leave deep trails. He slams his forehead into mine. The crack echoes, blood blinds me. The world swims but I don’t let go. I drag his face down and smash my forehead against his in return. We both stumble, glass crunching underfoot, the table collapsing completely as we crash to the floor together.

He growled as he crouched low to my level. He slapped me hard again, and my head snapped sideways. Pain flared hot across my cheek, the skin screaming as though it had been scalded. Then, another slap on the opposite side, my head whipping the other way. The world blurred for a second. My eyes watered, but I refused to let the tears fall yet. And again, another on the first cheek. The sting multiplied, my face feeling like it had been pressed into fire.

Rafael look at me, “May I-” I pull my free arm back and slap him as hard as I can. His head twists to the side, and a little oof breaks from his lips. He grips his chin between his thumb and forefinger, and moves his jaw from side to side. “I deserved that.” “Yes you did.”

The foreman was furious and he said, “You’re quite the talker. Where the f*ck did you come from? How dare you stop my work. “Ah, I know. You must be a resident of this area, right? If you haven’t reached an agreement on the compensation, you should see our boss. Why the f*ck are you talking to me? “Get out of here!” the foreman shouted. However, Adrian delivered a backhand slap to the foreman’s face as soon as the foreman’s voice died away. The foreman toppled over from the impact of the slap. He was rendered speechless and was about to get up when Adrian raised his leg and stepped on his face.

"Hands on the mattress. Ass up." Alex scrambled to obey, draping himself over the edge of the bed, his palms flat against the sheets. He braced himself. The first slap came down without warning, a sharp, stinging crack against his right cheek. The sound echoed in the small room. Alex yelped, more from surprise than pain. Then another slap landed on his left cheek, just as hard.

Fred was already filled with suppressed anger, he erupted the moment he heard those words. Smack! With a full swing of his arm, Fred delivered a powerful slap across Jasper's face. The crisp sound echoed loudly as Jasper was sent flying. The precious gift box slipped from his grasp and spun through the air, while Jasper himself tumbled violently, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily into a wall with a loud 'thud'. As he hit the ground, a cloud of yellow dust billowed into the air. The wall bore a spider web-like network of cracks, a testament to the sheer force behind Fred's slap.

I slammed on the brakes and the steering wheel almost hit me in the forehead! S.hit, did I hit something?

Please tell me 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 Who do you think was slapping? ________________________________

But the remnants of reason, of right and wrong, screamed in my mind. The moment his grip loosened on my hands, I seized the fleeting opportunity. A surge of adrenaline, of defiant strength, coursed through me, and I shoved him with every ounce of my being. The instant he stumbled back, my hand flew, a sharp, resounding slap echoing in the sudden silence as it connected with his left cheek.