The ragged surface gouges my eyebrow as you shove my face into the pavement. My hand claws its way up your arm and rakes down your breast, my nails curved in to catch on your engorged nipple. My face aches, a mass of cuts and bruises from the brutality of our war, and you are dead set on smashing it to pulp, on ruining my beauty.
Some in the crowd murmur that we should be stopped, that the police should be called, that order should be restored. The others shout them down. The only law now is the law of the jungle..
I jerk one of your hands from my hair and pull it to my mouth. I bite deeply into the meat of it, the thick base of your thumb. At the same time I bend back your long, manicured fingers…..
I hiss in pain when your nails dig into my tit. "Ahhh, bitch... Don't touch my boobs or you'll regret it." With my free hand, I grab your wrist and try to remove your nails from my boobs.
I look down and see your blood on the pavement. "Oh yeah, I'm going to smash that bitch's face right in front of this crowd. It will be so humiliating for her", I think to myself
But I'm celebrating my victory too soon. You're back in the fight again. I scream loudly in pain when you bite and bend myfingers. "Aaaaaah, you fucking bitch!! Ahhh!!" I let go of your wrist and the nails of this hand scratch your face deeply. " Let go of my fingers, whore, or I'll tear your face apart!!!"
