"Fucking hell!" I snap as your claws dig into me again, leaving red welts all over my forearm. I immediately release your head to pull my arm free from your scratching death throes. Shaking the pain off my wrist for a moment, my face hardens dangerously as any chance of mercy you had evaporates. "Wrong answer, bitch." I stand up, pulling your still held leg with me to fold you in half and grind your face into the mat.
With my free arm, I throw three hard punches into your womanhood back to back, enjoying the soft crunch of each hit. "And since you like scratching so much..." My assaulting fist opens up, instead digging my fingernails into your battered mound, clawing through your skimpy bikini bottoms to claw and crush your most intimate parts. All the while wrenching the single leg Boston Crab as hard as I can. "I asked..." Every muscle in my body strains as I dump everything I have into breaking you in half. "Who's. your. mommy?"
