The slap came before you could prepare for it.
You first felt the fire, then heard the loud smack of the impact.
"I told you to drop out of that wrestling school. And where did I find you?... Why, at the wrestling school!"
Dylan, your low life boyfriend, berated you as he beat you. A slap, a punch to the stomach, a kick to the ribs.
"Please, Dylan," You gasped out at the unbelievable pain. "Stop."
"Stop? Stop? Oh she wants me to stop," he mocked you as he reeled his leg back and kicked you again.
You sobbed and curled into the fetal position to protect yourself.
Dylan squatted down and pulled you up by your hair, into a sitting position.
"You're gonna learn to obey me…"
Suddenly your gaze went over his shoulder to the corner of the dark bedroom. You saw a hooded figure there, waiting to pounce.
The man must've found his moment, because he leapt at Dylan, doing what you recognized to be a graceful sling blade. Dylan's head connected with the floor but the carpeting was not enough to knock him out so the man stood prepared as your boyfriend rose to his knees.
And then the hooded man made his move. He ran at Dylan and proceeded to curb stomp his head violently against the floor.
You knew that curb stomp.
Gasping, you backed up in a crab walk and your back soon hit the wall.
The hooded man came at you and surprisingly gently helped you to your feet.
"Please don't hurt me. I-"
You were cut off as a cloth was cupped over your nose and mouth. A sweet odor invaded your senses and everything began to swirl around you.
You cried out and fought against the drug, but to no avail.
Everything slowly faded to black and you collapsed against the man's solid frame as the lower half of his face smirked triumphantly…