It took a while for Lucy to recover from the impact.
"Why are you hitting me? You think you're macho for hitting a woman?" she shrieked while clutching her bruised face. "You'd go fight William if you had balls! He beat up all your flunkies, but you're taking it out on us. Are you even a real man or not?"
"Am—am I a real man? Oh, I'll show you whether I'm a real man or not right now!"
"Aaaaah!" she screeched, hoping Sam would be able to help. "Babe, save me! Tell him to stop!"
"You let her…"
As soon as Sam opened his mouth, the muscled man gave him a dirty look.
I saw the fat businessman gulp—and swallow the rest of his sentence with it. He could only watch as his girlfriend was picked up by the collar and slowly dragged away.
"Help! Someone, anyone!" Lucy appealed to the crowd.
