It was quite nasty doing it since he wasn't wearing anything but the impact must have been so much more.
When he fell to the ground, letting my arm go and clutching his jewels, I ran in the opposite direction. I had no idea where I was running to, but I kept running. Not slowing down at all even though I was most definitely lost.
But I had to keep running, because I could still hear the sadistic a-hole laughing right after I kicked him. Like he'd enjoyed it. Like he wanted more. Like he only fell to the ground for my benefit.
Crazy that I'm running for my life and I still have the mind to overthink stuff.
I run past trees and bushes and just kept running, to nowhere. And I had a very bad feeling I was already being followed. I ran and ran and ran only to see my little cotta
