'I can't do this anymore' I think while my arm flops to the side.
My vision is hazy and blurred.
All out of aura.
All out of mana.
All out of options.
The distorted figure of Pookie walks closer to me.
It's been two hours of getting my body roughed up by Pookie.
He would show up like the wind behind me and delivers a series of blows, before departing.
He always tries to drag me towards him.
My shirt is torn from all the times I got away from him.
With nothing underneath, the night wind gently rubs against my skin.
I am grateful for the cold, gentle touch.
He walks towards me silently, as if waiting for something.
Waiting for a sign that I am something he suspects me to be.
All he needs is validation, and then he will kill me.
I wouldn't even consider the shit he put me through as 'going easy', the man isn't even trying.
