“Does it hurt?” I ask. “I’m not used to punching,” she replies through panting breaths. “And my fingers already ache from so much painting.” “Want me to take over?” She turns to me, her eyes bright. “Would you?” “Watch me.” Lafayette’s eyes widen and the noise he makes behind the gag is pitiful. I pummel him with short and fast punches, until his pale carcass is covered in bruises and his face is a bloody mess. “Untie his gag,” Emberly says. “I want to hear him beg for mercy.” “You really like revenge, don’t you?” I ask with a chuckle.
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