Sick of his torment, you finally retaliated, testimony to the sanguine rivulets on his facet, yet, he looked way too pleased to be in such a battered plight.

”Didn't know you had it in ya!” His pearly whites coated in blood glinted as he beamed. Your fingers faltered from dressing the damage you imposed on his face.

You’ve priorly got wind of some chatter that your bully, Scaramouche, was a sloppy freak. Was there perhaps certitude to said farce?!

The shock hit like a whiplash.