Page 34 of Undefeated

Whack!

I slapped him with my right hand.

He began to stumble and started to fall to the floor.

I grabbed each of his shoulders in my hands and stabilized his stance.

“You alright to stand?” I asked as I let go of his shoulders.

He stood fairly erect, sobbing and rubbing his jaw.

“Brace yourself,” I said.

“What? Brace…what?” he mumbled through his hands.

“I’m going to break a rib. You’ll need to tighten up your stomach muscles. If you don’t, you’ll puke on me. If you puke on me, I may kill you. We’ve already discussed that. I don’t really want to kill you,” I said calmly.

“Dude, what the fuck…” he started to speak through his cupped hands.

Before he could finish speaking, I pushed him away from me. As he began to stumble backward, I unleashed a series of body punches to his mid-section. His body began to fall backward. As he fell, I swung a ferocious right fist into his ribs and followed with an immediate left hook. I felt his ribs break under my knuckles.

Although I hadn’t originally intended to do so, as his face began to slump forward, I swung a right uppercut. It just felt natural. The punch caught him right under the chin. The power of the punch lifted his feet from the floor and sent him reeling backward. While he attempted to remain on his feet, his legs turned to rubber and he collapsed to the floor.

Shit, knocked out twice in one day.

I kicked him lightly with my foot.

“Get up,” I said as I kicked him again.

“Get up you piece of shit,” I said as I kicked him a little harder.

He lay motionless on the floor.

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass bowl from the kitchen countertop. I filled it with water and walked back into the living room. I pressed my foot into his stomach and poured the water directly onto his face. As the water hit his face, he began to sputter and tried to speak.

“Oh… my,” he slowly held his stomach.

“God, I need an ambulance,” he said as he rocked his head from side-to-side.

I pressed on his stomach with my foot. As I did, he began to cry.

“Please,” he cried.

“Shut the fuck up. We’re just getting started. I need to ask you some questions again. You have the attention span of a fucking gnat,” I said as I carried the bowl to the chair and sat down.

“Now, you twat waffle, listen. Are you going to ever make any effort to contact Kace for any reason?” I asked.

Lying on the floor, he did his best to shake his head from side-to-side. As he did, I stood up and crossed my arms.

“No,” he tried to scream. As he did, he winced in pain and held his ribs.

“You’re not going to want to take too many deep breaths or scream. I felt about three of those things break. Broken ribs are a bitch. Just trying to breathe becomes so painful you’ll want to die. That’s why I broke ‘em. So you’d remember I was here. Okay, where were we? Let’s see. No contacting Kace. I’m glad you’re a great learner,” I laughed.

“And stop whining, I am not going to fucking call you an ambulance. You didn’t call one for Kace, did you? You fucking scumbag, the more I talk about this, the more I do want to kill you,” I complained.

He raised himself up onto his elbows and started crying out loud.

“You fucking punk. Shut up. Do you have any tools in here? In the house?” I asked.