This choice: ...are older and stronger than him, and you are going to throw him out now. • Go Back...Chapter #5...are older and stronger than him, and you are... by: redhead3710   In a last, desperate effort you try to break his control over the situation. 'I am not going to touch your stinking feet. And now you are going to leave!' With this you grab his right arm. He looks at you and meets your gaze. 'Be careful, little buddy. I have let go your impudencies until now, but if you go on like this, I will have to teach you a lesson in respect that you are never going to forget.'
You are frightened by his words, but do not want to give up so easily. You hold on to his arm and try to pull him off the couch, and feel his upper arm muscles grow and become hard as he resists without any effort. 'Better think about this real good, you're starting to upset me, stupid boy. But I will let it go if you give me a convincing apology, little buddy.' While saying this he moves his feet and kicks his flip-flops off, so that they fly through the living room, all the while looking straight into your eyes. 'Aaaaah yes, that feels so much better. See? I didn't even need you to get rid of my shoes. So maybe I don't have any use for you after all?' As he says this you loose it. You pull his arm with all the power you have and try to grab his hair with your left, screaming 'Now I'm going to show you...'. You don't get any further. All of a sudden Josh is on his feet, easily shakes off your hand of by making a quick circle with the arm you are holding on and rams the palm of his hand against the middle of your upper body.
'That bastard tricked me! His ankle is allright!' you think, as you stumble backwards fighting to catch your breath. 'What, huh? What are you going to do to me now, little buddy? Hahaha...' With this he steps forward and delivers a roundhouse kick to your face in one elegant, fluent movement. All of this goes so quick that you don't really see it coming. All you feel is a sudden burst of smelly, vinegary air before the sweaty ball of his foot connects with your cheekbone and sends you tripping to the side. The pain is terrible and you sweep up your arms in shock to protect your face from the next attack. Josh shows no mercy and fires a straight kick right into your unprotected stomach which presses all the air out of your body and you double over in pain, letting a weak, pitiful 'Ooooooooohhh...' come over your lips.
You want to signal him that it is over, that you are finished and he won, that he should please stop kicking you, but you can't speak or move the slightest muscle. You are done, and both of you know it.
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