you’ve blacked out for a moment. opening your eyes, you see a man. a smirk on his lips. his eyes are a deep, dark brown. you could feel them piercing through you.

suddenly, pressure on the left side of your face. a punch. pressure on your neck. his hand is wrapped around it. this man is enjoying himself putting bruises to your face. he’s enjoying breaking the bones in your body. you cant feel your nose, but you can feel the warm blood gushing right out of it. your heart rate fastens. whats going on?

the man leans down closer to you. he spits straight onto your face, a smile on his own. “might wanna think twice about messing with my gang, mm? this isnt your turf, isnt it?” his voice was cheerful, almost as if he likes beating the crap out of you.

this is going to be a long, long night. a painful one, to say the least.