The Hitting 소설 & 이야기

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The hit had been a thing of specific and terrible physics. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Before Hugh was even done screaming, Harvey grabbed a bottle of beer and smashed it onto Hugh’s head. Bang! The glass bottle shattered, and the impact sent Hugh swaying all over. He understood then. Harvey was not bluffing. He actually dared to hit Hugh!

She swung at me so many times I lost count before she started hitting and punching me making sure the only place she left unscathed was my face. She grabbed my wrist tightly pulling me with her before throwing me towards the wooden coffee table making me hit my back hard. My wrist was throbbing in pain and I was bruised all over my body. She began kicking my stomach and hitting me everywhere until she had finally grown tired of me. She kicked me once more as hard as she could, making me groan loudly in pain. How much longer could I possibly endure this? 17 years in itself, is too long, how could I do this any longer?

He placed his hand on the door handle but instead of opening the door he just looked over his shoulder at me with a smug smirk plastering his beautiful face. “You coming?” He asked, ripping me from my day-dreams. I shook the thoughts out of my head before getting out of bed. “Yes, right behind you” I said and he opened the door, still standing in the room. Gesturing for me to go first. “Or right in front of you I guess”. Just as I passed through the door frame, a sudden smack that was so loud filled the hospital hallway and rooms every corner. Echoing back and forth. A sudden burning sensation tingled my bum and I realized I was moving forward just a bit faster than normal. Then it struck me

He grunted as the thick belt scratch his skin peeling it a little and blood drops began to appear. This is for calling her a whore! A hard whip again! For slapping her! Whip! For trying to choke her! Whip! For hurting her mentally! Whip! For almost killing her! Whip! Whip! Whip! He slumped on the ground as his back was bleeding because of the extremely hard Whips. He straightened himself before continuing to hit himself mercilessly. Left-right. Left-right. The room echoed with his painful grunts and lash sounds.

Three— Punch. --- The impact cracked through the hallway. His head snapped sideways. A gasp broke from somewhere behind them. Belle’s knuckles stung instantly. Sharp. Bright. Real. But she didn’t feel it. Not really. --- Punch. He staggered. Lost balance. Tried to steady himself. Didn’t get the chance. --- Punch. He hit the ground. Hard. --- And still— She didn’t stop. --- Each hit was controlled. Not wild. Not messy.

Don’t tell me he’s going to end up dead in a dark alley like in the original book. [Come on, supporting character! Don’t give up. You still have a bright future!] The pain in my body grew numb. Being beaten was something I had grown used to. Ever since I was little, whenever my mom had a bad day, she would hit me without warning. Sometimes, both my parents would beat me for fun. My body was covered in scars, but now I felt no pain. I was waiting for the right moment, after all. A moment to completely turn the tables.

He says tiredly I playfully hit his arm "I can’t believe it, I’m in Venice with you it’s surreal I smiled and hugged him tightly

he said, lowering his voice, "this is our space. You'd better behave. If you do, maybe we'll take you in. If you don't…" Smack! He didn't even finish the sentence. The slap sent him flying. "What the hell! Why are you hitting people?" Barnaby rushed forward. Smack! Another one went down. Garrick charged in right after him, eyes red. Smack! Three strikes, clean and fast. Hayley slapped everyone who walked up to her. Her strength was already at the peak of what a human body could reach. Each hit felt like getting slammed by a speeding truck. Their vision blacked out, their ears rang, and their heart pounded so loudly that it felt like it might burst through their chests.

As i knocked the door, i heard a light 'yea' and entered the room. Only to have an heart attack. The shirtless Abhishek met my sight as i was pinned to a nearby wall and lifted on my toes. He had gripped my waist tightly enough to not let me fall as i started in the brown orbs. His eyes flickered down, to my lips before looking at my eyes again. His minty fresh breadth fell on my nostrils and i knew i was gone.