I pound you against the wall with several hard shots, but you manage to slip free and take advantage of the opening. My head snaps back, and then you smash the shit out of my tit with a brutal uppercut. "GAHHH!" My body jerks and I stagger back, gasping and cradling my chest. I pant hard, taking a moment to catch my breath, but then glare back at you.
"You fucking bitch!" I rush at you, pissed off by the pain throbbing in my chest. I start swinging at you with both fists, trying to batter your face and ruin whatever might be left of your looks.
Almost three days without a post, Lisa. Or any response to my DMs. And you’ve been here, I know. Real life could have interfered, but ….
As far as I’m concerned, the fight is over.
