Page 33 of Undefeated

“No, I need verbal confirmation. Do you understand?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“I’m not one of your punk friends. Don’t talk to me like one. If you respond affirmatively, it better be a yes. Understand?” I pushed against my thighs with my hands and sat up straight.

“Yes?” he said with a confused look on his face.

Covered with sweat, he reached up and wiped his brow. As he wiped his hand on his jeans, the sweat beads began to re-form on his face.

“It’s hot as fuck in here, what’s the temperature set at? I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and wiped his face again.

“Well, it’s so fucking hot in here, I’m ungoddamnedcomfortable. Son-of-a-bitch, that knot on your head looks painful. She got you good, didn’t she?” I chuckled.

Lightly, he touched his swollen head with his fingertips. As his fingers touched the knot, he squinted and jerked his head backward.

“Okay, we’re getting off track. I’m going to need some answers from you. Listen up. Are you ever going to try to talk to Kace again?” I asked.

“Well, I…” he started.

As he began to speak, I stood up, “Shut up. Obviously you didn’t hear me or understand me.”

“You said don’t speak unless you asked me to,” he said as he cowered down into the couch cushions.

I took a few steps toward him and stood directly in front of the couch, “Stand up.”

He sat still and looked up at me as if confused on what to do.

I reached down and got ahold of his hair and pulled him up from the couch.

“Holy shit, dude. God damn. I’m coming. Fuck,” he said as I raised him off of the couch cushion by his hair.

“Shut the fuck up,” I demanded as he stood directly in front of me, his hair in my left hand.

“When you choke Kace, this is what it feels like,” I said as I grabbed his neck in my right hand.

I squeezed as hard as I could until his eyes rolled back and he began to go limp. I released the pressure on his neck. As I did, he began to cough and gasp for air. I pulled upward on his hair, forcing him to stand erect.

“Oh my fuckin’ God,” he coughed and as I continued pulling against his hair.

“And this is what it feels like when you slap her,” I said as I reached back and slapped his face as hard as I could with my open right hand.

The slap knocked his head from my grasp. He fell to the floor, crying. I stood above him with my left hand full of his hair.

“Dude, that’s fucking gross, your hair came out,” I said as I brushed the hair from my hand onto the floor beside him.

“Get up, you pussy. Get up right now or I’m going to cut off your cock,” I threatened, knowing I wouldn’t touch his cock with a ten foot pole.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, rubbing his jaw the entire time.

“Being slapped hurts, don’t it?” I asked.

He nodded his head slowly.

Whack!

I slapped him with my left hand. His legs wobbled.