Between his swollen black eye, split lips, broken teeth, and bleeding mouth, Paul could hardly string any words together.
"This is my gift to you BOY!"
The naked redhead curled her right hand again up in the air, and brought it low again in silent swishing, muffled noise. Paul's other cheek slammed against the wall this time- shooting a fresh dose of pain through his side profile.
In the process, his molars bit down hard on his tongue, nearly chewing through it in half. He whimpered in agony as he struggled to breathe through the combined pain of a broken tooth, a smashed nose, and a bloody lip.
"I-AM-thohweee!!'" he cried again- trembling all over like a whopped child.
His tear filled eyes, broken lips, and bleeding gum robbed him of the ability to use the letters 's' and 'r.'
