#Chapter203
/"I think we are pretty fucking even! That’s for trying to drug me and leaving me to be raped by some power mad fuckwit. You’re lucky I don’t stomp on your head./" I snap at her and shove her with my foot, in a bid to goad her to get up and face me. Arrick always told me I should fight fair, and if this bitch wants to get up and go, I am so in the mood to have a girly punch up. I’ve enough anger to expel and she has earned my wrath.
/"You’re fucking crazy… What the hell is wrong with you?/" Camilla scrambles to her knees and starts crawling away from me like a coward, unable to face me, and I roll my eyes. She’s using her sleeve to rub the mess from her face and smearing blood across her cheek.
/"Get up! I’m not going to touch you if you’re going to act like a fucking girl and be this pathetic./" I follow her and watch in irritation as she uses a lamp post to get to her feet and scowls my way.
