Ivory
"What do you want?" I managed through clenched teeth, pushing past the overwhelming pain blazing in my knees.
She clicked her tongue and let the silence stretch out between us for a bit.
"Nothing from you, cause what can you offer me anyway?"
I shot her a look that I hoped conveyed the exact amount of hatred I was feeling for her right now. "Even if I have anything to offer you, lll rather watch it burn than to offer it to you."
That made her smile widen, then she kicked me hard in the stomach.
I doubled over in pain, letting out a winder cry. The pointed part of her shot jabbed right against my abdomen, and it hurt really bad.
She did it a few times, just cause she could and my hands couldn't protect my stomach. And she kept laughing each time she landed a powerful kick.
I tried hard to not cry, not wanting to give her that satisfaction, but the tears fell at some point, and they were angry ones.
Ones birthed by pure rage.
