#Chapter315
I can take a punch or two, I know that much, and I try to shake it off as I scramble to get to my knees once more. Hand sliding over my leg, then ankle and grabbing my shoe as I do so. My wits about me, even if they are a little detached with the force of that knock.
Stilettos are not just a choice because they are sexy, I don’t just buy cheap shoes either, with no real strength to the heels. I buy solid expensive and sleek footwear that has enough heel strength to use as a weapon should I ever need it. I learned the value in a good shoe a long time ago.
With pointy toe in hand and him coming at me again I go for his leg and stab him as hard as I can in his inner thigh. Throwing my weight behind it and cupping my shoe so the heel is gaining strength from the palm of my hand. A thrusting motion with intent. It’s a satisfying slug into flesh and I know it pierces him as it disappears into a fat thigh.
