Shemika
"You're dead, you whore." Mary screamed and jolted up to slap me again, but I stopped her with my own slap.
"What? Did you just slapped me?" She yelled furiously, grabbing her reddened cheek.
I didn't stop at that, I stepped closer to her and slapped her for the second time, now harder and the impact was deadly, I know. Mary staggered backward and clutched onto the sink so as not to fall.
While she was busy trying to steady herself, I landed the third slap again, and her hair suddenly scattered all over her face.
The fourth slap followed immediately, and tears suddenly sprang out of Mary's eyes, a small whimper escaping her lips.
The fifth slap split Mary's lips, and a trickle of blood stained her mouth.
I sighed but wasn't satisfied, so I delivered the sixth and final slap
