~Bethany~
It’s just as unexpected for me as it is for her when I find myself rounding a kick to the back of her knees so she’d fall flat on her face.
She wasn’t prepared for my speed, but she shouts in anger when I straddle her back. She tries to reach back for me, but I grip her forearm, plant my foot on her upper back, and yank.
Her shoulder dislocates with an audible pop. It’s a beautiful sound.
“I hate it when people don’t know when to stop,” I tell her. “Also, you're very wrong. Don’t worry, I'll tell you where you're wrong.”
I break the ulna bone in her forearm, and her scream splits through the forest.
Sweet symphony
“Firstly, I can defend myself. I'm neither waiting for the princes nor anyone else to rescue me. Never.”
She struggles underneath me, twisting her other arm bac
