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“Dammit!” Laura said as she spilled her coffee on her light floral blouse. She hadn’t seen the crack in the sidewalk as she was juggling her bag and coffee cup, trying to keep up with the foot traffic. “Just great. I hate Mondays,” she mumbled to herself as people hurried past her on their way to work on this bright, sunny day. She silently scolded herself for trying to cram a last-minute errand in before work. She carried on as she reached into her bag to pull out a napkin. She tried to wipe the coffee off, but only succeeded in rubbing it in further. Not looking up from tending to the stain, she bumped into a man, hard.

’ ‘He struck her, bro. I was downing more water when I heard it and rage swarmed in. Calmly, like the beach before a tsunami hits, I asked, ‘How many times?’ ‘Three.’ ‘Note that down,’ I growled. ‘Roll it with interest. We’ll pay it back diligently.’

the woman asked yet again. Kelvin clenched his jaw. He wished he could just he free and punch one or two persons and then run away. “Did Mr. Hart send you to interrogate me? I fucking brought his daughter back home safely. He should appreciate the fact that I did not take advantage of the opportunity to hurt his maniac of a daughter,” Kelvin said. He was already vexed. The guy standing by his side brought out a stick and used it on Kelvin, hitting his stomach. “Fuck!” Kelvin cried. He was not expecting that.

“You have no background and no real ability. Even if I gave you the credit, could you handle it?” I held the glass of red wine in my hand, my knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping it. Looking at that arrogant face of hers, I finally couldn’t hold back anymore. I walked up to her and splashed the wine straight into her face. Then, before she could react, I slapped her hard across the cheek. “Even if I had no ability, I’d still be better than a fraud like you who only knows how to steal other people’s work.” “How dare you hit me?”

Strike one. Which means there will be a strike two. And something tells me Jace Langston won’t miss.

But— It didn’t connect. Because the man wasn’t there anymore. He had already moved. Not faster. Earlier. Like he knew her move— Before she made it. Emily’s eyes narrowed instantly. “You’re predicting me.” The man reappeared behind her. Close. Too close. “Not predicting.” A whisper near her ear. “Remembering.” Emily turned instantly— But again— Too late. A strike landed. Clean. Sharp. Not powerful— But precise. Enough to push her back.

Sai's eyes burned into mine like flames licking dry wood. “An eye for an eye. A life for a life. And trust me—this coma?” She scoffed. “It’s just the opening act.” She straightened up, her voice rising. “When I strike, I don’t just strike—I destroy. So if I were you, I’d start falling apart… because Sai Ray is just getting warmed up.”

"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.

Small but solid. “Ten strikes,” he tells me. “You’re going to count them. Thank me for each one. And when we’re done, you’ll have bruises that last for days. Every time you sit down, every time you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you’ll remember that you belong to me.” I bend over the table without being told. The first strike lands with a crack that echoes through the room. "One!" I gasp. “Thank you, sir!” He waits. Lets the sting build. Then –

My eyes water and I close them before the embarassing tears flow out. I am anticipating another strike immediately but she once again waits for my mental barriers to wear off before swinging the whip, with more force than before. I gasp despite her warning not to do so. "I will forgive that only once. I better not hear it again," she warns. I cannot promise that it won't happen again when I do not know how many more strikes I am to endure. My lower back already feels like it's on fire from the last heavy strike. My mouth might move involuntarily regardless of consequences.