His intense barrage left me with no opportunity to even resist. It was as if I were some kind of punching bag. Over and over again, I was sent flying, but I would grit my teeth and stand back up. But then, he would send me flying and the cycle would repeat, over and over again. The blood dribbling down the side of my mouth proved that I was injured.
For now I was only passively defending, and I had already lost count of the number of times I had been blown away. I looked completely pitiful. I could barely hold on earlier, but now I was just an outlet for Luca to vent his anger.
Many members of the audience turned away or covered their eyes as the display of cruelty was hard to take. Meanwhile, tears were pouring down Catherine’s face. She kept on shouting at me, telling me to surrender.
