The pain was intense and it shook me to my bones, but I gritted my teeth. I wasn’t going to let myself be beaten by this. I wasn’t going to be controlled and dominated by some needle dicked asshole.
I told myself that he was nothing as I took another shaky step towards him, righting myself.
“What have you got to say for yourself now, bitch?” he asked smugly.
I took a deep breath, which was incredibly difficult.
“Fuck. You.” I panted.
Once again, an animalistic rage exploded across his features. It was almost comical, in a way. His handsome face suddenly shifting to an almost cartoonishly exaggerated look of pure anger. I barely saw his fist as it flew towards my face. Intense pain exploded against my mouth again and I reeled backwards, barely reaching the wall before losing my footing and falling to the ground. I slid down part of the way down before landing heavily on my ass.
My vision was blurred for a few seconds, and I took another deep breath as it cleared.
Was that it?
I suddenly, and unexpectedly let out a little laugh. Just a tiny little chuckle in the back of my throat. I was facing what I’d been afraid of, and it was just this. Just pain. The sick sense of dread that had been boiling up inside me was gone. This is what I was afraid of?
I suddenly laughed again, a few sharp barks.
A wave of euphoria suddenly washed over me.
Mike was so…stupid. He was like a toddler throwing a tantrum, throwing out his tiny fists because he was angry at the big wide world. It was his only power, I realised. He had nothing else. He could hurt, and that was it. His entire basis of control over me was something that could be easily mimicked by a 10 year old girl with a heavy enough blunt object.
It was just pain.
This is all he could do to me? This is all he was? This was nothing. I’d probably inflicted ten times this amount of pain on Jessica, and she was in fucking love with me. And he wanted to chase me away with just this?
The thought was so ridiculous that I laughed again, and then kept on laughing. I struggled to my feet, unable to stop the increasing spasms of laughter from racking my body. It was so loud, and it seemed to echo off the clean, white walls. It became almost hysterical as I finally stood, and I had to hold myself against the cubical wall to stop from falling again.
There are times in life when you just laugh, without really knowing why. For whatever reason, something will just seem unbelievably hilarious to you, so hilarious that your laughter is frantic, almost painful. The kind of laughter that makes you honestly fear for your life for a second, just because of how hard is to draw a full breath.
That was the kind of laughter I was shaking with then, desperately clinging to that cubical wall, staring at what seemed to be the most stupidly weak and hilariously impotent thing I’d ever seen. He just glared back, uncomprehending. It was like something inside me had been knocked loose. There wasn’t a trace of fear left in me. Not for this moron. Not for all the pain he could inflict.
I looked away, and finally started to get my breath back, a few giggles and moans still rising up as I swallowed and tried to get myself under control. My whole torso hurt, and there were honest to God tears in my eyes.
I looked up at him. A few more giggles escaped as I watched him. He was so confused, so utterly perplexed by my reaction. He’d probably beaten a few guys to tears in his time, but never because they were laughing so hard at him.
“Oh Mike…” I gasped, still fighting the laughter, “Fuck you.”
Anger jumped across his features again, the same look, so stupid and predictable, so ridiculously obvious. I laughed again, trying so hard not to be swept away by it, and he hesitated.
“What are you gonna do, tough guy?” I asked, giggling.
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