Mona’s POV:
My insides are trembling if you can f*****g believe that, and I’ve just ducked a punch to my face, kicking his abdomen, and now using the other leg in a roll to hit his head and launch him aside on the ground.
I fast take out my g*n and shoot his head. He’s out, but I’m losing it and I drop on my knees and now on all fours, gulping for air, squeezing my eyes, contracting to not pass out. If I pass out in here, it’s bad. My heart f*****g stops in my real body, and I undergo like a clinical death for some time, possibly hours, if I f*****g pass out. I don’t want or need that.
Though I’ve fought everything with light speed, without stopping, I don’t quite realize for how long I’ve been in here since I fell asleep and all this begun. It could be tens of minutes or a few hours
