'Hahaha, look at you, done already loser? Looks like you are no match for my powerful, sweaty feet.' Josh taunts you. 'But I am sorry I interrupted your childish, little outburst Stevie. You were just going to show me something, you said. So, what do you want to show me?' he adds mockingly. Still, your eyes are directed at the floor, as you clutch your tormented stomach and try to catch your breath. As you do so, you hear Josh walking around you slowly until he stands behind you.
'Did you want to show me how easy it is for me to kick the crap out of a guy that's three years older than me? Well, if it was that you've clearly done it.' The next thing you feel is Josh putting his right hand on your shoulder to keep you in place, before he knees you in the lower back two times. You regain the vertical in pain, and he uses the opportunity to give you a slap on the neck with his open hand.WHATCH! 'Ough...' You sink on your knees, ready to fall down to the floor, but your opponent gets hold of your hair and hinders you from falling on your face.
'Do you like that kind of treatment, boy?' your tormentor sneers. 'Because this is what you get for your lack of basic hospitality and respect. The least I can expect as your guest is for you to take my shoes off if I ask for it politely.' You are still busy fighting the white lightnings dancing in front of your eyes as you mumble a reply. 'You... stop doing that... I...' is all you get out in your dizziness.
'That sounds almost like an order, buddy. Are you in the position to give me orders, boy?' Josh asks, deliberately calling you 'boy' in order to emphasize the distance of power between you. 'No, I guess you are not, and I will not reply kindly upon yet another impudency from you. So, if you want me to stop, you better make it more convincing than that, loser.' he goes on with utmost arrogance in his voice, as he walks around you until he is standing behind you on your left side, holding your hair with his right.
He is standing close to you now, and though you can not see him you feel the warmth of his sweaty body. Slowly, he pulls your head backwards until you are looking straight ahead at the couch, and demands: 'Your last chance, bettwer make it convincing loser, otherwise I will have to go on teaching you a lesson.' 'Beaten up by a boy and forced to beg him for mercy. How can it become more humiliating?' You think, as a single tear runs down your cheek. Some moments pass with nothing more being audible than you breathing heavily, preparing what you want to say.
Finally, you open your mouth to...
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