Scarlet's POV
My fist had never felt this heavy before. Was it the murderous energy radiating from the woman in front of me? Or maybe the weight of the blows she'd landed on me over this long, brutal hour.
We'd been clashing for what felt like forever, and neither of us showed any signs of surrender.
I panted, wiping grime off my face—a gift from her last kick that had nearly knocked me off my feet. But despite the damage I'd done to her, she barely looked fazed. Her body was battered and bleeding, bruises spreading across her skin like dark ink, yet she just kept coming, a crazed grin splitting her face. She had more screws loose than I'd realized—maybe every last one.
"Hahaha... This is amazing... This is making me cum!" she sneered, eyes wild.
"You're fucking crazy," I shot back.
"Heheheh! Come on, give me more! Make me cum more!" she laughed, launching herself at me again with that demented glint in her eyes.
