I see you slowly approaching me until our breasts touch. Then you provoke me with your words. I smile at you, while holding your gaze. My muscles tense, I keep smiling.
"Oh, you're such a chatterbox." My hands move like lightning, one grabbing your throat, the other - clenched into a fist - slamming into your abs. "How soft they are." I smile maliciously and strike again with my knee before throwing you onto the sand. I flex my neck and shoulders, stretching them while I walk towards you, my hands itching. I'm eager to hurt you very badly.