You remember everything that happened between you and him. When he was pounding that bimbo behind your back, and how he got drunk, and beat you when you confronted him on it. Oh, you remembered everything that little piece of shit did to you. And now he was on the floor squirming and cowering at your power over him. It felt good, real good.
In the back of your mind you could still barely believe what was happening here, so you had to touch him just to be shore. You reach down and opened your hand, he screams and tries to run away, but his little legs can’t possibly carry him out of your reach in time. You feel his pulpy little body wiggle, and squirm against you soft warm palm as you wrap your fingers around him gently so not to crush him, and lift him up to your face to have a better look at him. He continues screaming until he unable to handle the stress finally passes out.
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