I squirmed my arm, attempting to escape, but heck! I couldn’t. How strong was he that I couldn’t even try to escape his grip? Is this what you call a f*****g rank one? My strength doesn’t even match his strength! How the f**k did it happen? I couldn’t believe it! I trained for f*****g 17 years, and here I am, struggling with a simple grip on this rank 1.
“Let me f*****g go, you dumbass!” I exclaimed, but instead of letting me go, he just chuckled and didn’t even dare to set me free. “Jack ass!”
“Woman, you have a different tongue, are you?” he razzed.
I clenched my jaw and even gritted my teeth. I’m mad at him. I don’t know why. All I want now is to break his freaking neck for doing this to me. I looked weak tonight. I’m not even drunk, so why the heck do I look weak? What’s the freakin
