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Pop. After the slap, it seemed that the whole world quieted down and stopped moving. Who said she wasn't allowed to touch her. Elias was hit by her slap and turned his head, he lightly licked his lips, could faintly feel the fishy taste of blood, he let out a laugh, she not only hit him but also did not hit him light clown. Vera after the slap had a bit of regret, she shouldn't have done that, originally just wanted to find him and ask him to clarify everything, but he angered him and made not only unable to fulfill the original intention but now more tense than hitting him.

The tools to strike back. The tears on my face were fading already. A fresh sensation ignited in the void his words had hollowed inside me. It was tiny and delicate, but it glowed with a pure, constant light. It was the hunger for payback. Not with fangs and violence, but forged from pure, unyielding determination. I met Marcus’s eyes squarely, my voice steady now. “When do we begin?”

He taps my side once, firm and brief. I strike. The impact lands cleaner. “Better,” Damon says. “But don't hesitate after you hit. Never admire your work. Strike and move.” Sweat beads at my temple as I reset. “Again,” he orders calmly.

Serafine’s POV The first strike stole the air from my lungs. The whip landed on my back every second, pain followed, mercilessly ripping through my back like claws tearing flesh from bone. My body jerked against the restraints. My wrists were bound high above my head. My ankles secured to the bloodstained platform beneath me. A scream tore out of my throat as more strikes landed on my already sore back. Each lash carved deeper than the last, slicing through skin, through muscle.

He wanted to celebrate Christmas with his family like he did every year. “She doesn’t. If she was all over you and you were putting her in her place, I would pity her for being so desperate. You make me feel threatened, it’s the way you look at her, like some love-struck teenager. I can see it.” Sasha picked a pillow from the bed and threw it at Lincoln. He caught it and tossed it straight back on the bed. “I do not stare at her like a love-struck teenager.” Lincoln defended himself, but had he? He asked himself.

“Haha! Kid, glad that you are aware of this. Then, tell me, how are we going to fight against each other?” “My suggestion is that we give each other three strikes. Then, we shall see who falls after the three strikes! Well, you can certainly refuse my suggestion since you are the one who has the say now!” said Gerald. “Very well, kid. Are you trying to provoke me? Nevertheless, my son is already half-dead after being beaten by you. No matter how eloquent you are today, you won’t be able to escape death! However, I can see that you have a unique spiritual essence. If I can get your spiritual essence and use it on my son, it will not be a bad remedy to treat his injury! Since that is the case,

"Now, strip!" A command was issued. "I said strip, you fucking stobborn bastard!" He charged again. Malison felt the heat radiate from his skin and he felt hot blood rushing through his body. A sudden jolt struck him on the ass as he felt the bone go soft from the impact of another kick. He dodged, but a resounding slap landed on his back.

A few times later, I got a message, filled with threatening words. "If you don't come back, I'll stop giving you anymore money! Who would you be without me? Stop thinking so highly of yourself!" In response, I simply replied, "Go to hell!"

I straightened myself, composed myself, and swung again. This time, I struck. Again, again, and again.

So, I did one thing that he deserved. I raised my hand and smacked him across his face. I was sure he saw it coming from afar but he didn’t stop me. The satisfying sound of my hand coming in contact with his cheek resonated in the room, and then silence fell. “ I take it back! ” I hissed. “ You are not burdened. You are just pure evil, Dustin! I understand you can do something like this to me but to Striker? How can you do this to him? ”