“Piece of s**t!” I yelled as I spun, kicking him in the jaw. I mentally thanked grandpa pollo for that move. Devin stumbled but didn’t fall. “Looks like my dear old dad has been training with you,” he said before spitting blood out onto the floor. “Oh yeah, Grandpa Pollo has taught me many things. Did I forget to mention that to you?” I don’t know why I felt the need to press his buttons, but there was no stopping my mouth. “You wanna see something else he taught me?” Devin began circling me, “I doubt he taught you anything that he didn’t already teach me, but give it your best shot, princess.”
At his words, I acted like I would try to punch his face and instead slid onto my knees, grabbing a handful of his most precious parts and squeezing as hard as I could. Devin screamed a high-pitche
