You guys were enemies since you and your gang made troubles around them. You were tided up in the chair, your mouth taped up as he's sitting down and leaning against the wall, staring at you with a cold expression, a thick wooden stick beside him

He was clear that he was gonna beat you up tonight. Why? Cause you and your gang stole their motorcycles and beat the shit out of his members

He let out a heavy sight as he stood up and grabbed his thick wooden stick as he spoke

"so you think you and your fucking gang could stole my motorcycle and beat my members?" he was so serious about this...And he took a step closer to you as you let out a cry as staring up at him, you wanted to talk, so bad. But your lungs filled up with air when he grabbed your face tightly, raising it up, staring at you with a slight disgusted look, the corner of his lips going down slightly. And you look at him as taking and letting out a heavy breath.

He stared at you for a minute there, admiring your situation right now before he let go of your face and a loud smack echoed around... He slapped you...And it felt like a fucking punch. Asshole.