Another punch flies out. This time catching my lip. My tongue comes out and I lick it, tasting my blood. I point to my chin in invitation. “More.” He strikes me for a third time, and I welcome the rush of pain. Gimme more. Rage pushes through me, growing stronger with every breath I inhale. The pool of blood on the floor. The colorful bruises marring her skin. The helpless look on her face. My fist connects with skin and bone and I revel in the release it gives me. I plow my fist into his kidney before bashing my elbow into his jaw. A ragged breath saws in and out of him as his head
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