"You are a weakling!" you can barely make out the echoing words over your violently throbbing heartbeat.
You can't muster the strength needed to reply, as you are currently utilizing all of it to remain standing; to persevere over the horror you are about to experience.
You were never much of a brawler, with your scrawny build and meek personality. As the woman looks over your shaking posture she utters another marauding chortle.
"Why are you still resisting‽ You will just cripple yourself at this rate, wimp‼" her strident words are hurting you just as much as her fists.
The punk takes a quick step forward, before you can even form a cohesive thought and pushes into your solar plexus with her left palm.
You body, breaking out of your control manages to turn your torso slightly, somehow softening her strike. Still, that did nothing to prevent the real impact; you drop to your knees, totally out of breath, clutching your chest — your lungs are not moving up and down anymore.
"You are still conscious, and not even on the ground? Hm, perhaps I could play with you a bit longer, wuss. COME ON, GET UP!" the punk screams, raising your body up and shoving it towards the wall.
You are able to straighten yourself up, leaning against the wall in a desperate effort not to pass out.
You are still in a daze, trying to understand what is happening. Yet, your gaze meets hers; you see malice and sadistic glee.
"You do not want to know what I have in store for you," she says, walking towards you and lifting your chin up with her index finger.
You manage to take a couple steps back, hitting the opposite wall of the alley.
In a split second she grabs you by the wrist and twists your entire arm, making you drop to your knees from the pain.
"Are you actually a man? Should I check for it myself, patsy boy? You might be a eunuch," she says, grabbing your crotch with her free hand.
The primordial fright kicks in as she starts twisting your testicles, the dull pain spiraling out of control.