I press my foot harder into your boobs. "Enough? I am not sure about that? Okay, I'll let you go, but first tell me which one of us is a whore?" To add seriousness to my words, I remove my foot from your boobs and kick you in the side of your stomach.
I'm still full of hate towards that whore but in my condition I have to swallow my pride... UNNHHHH another kick sends me rolling clumsy with my arms tied... 'fine uhhh... I'm a whore...'
"Correct answer, bitch. You beaten up whore." I grab your hair, bring you to your knees and knock you out again with a powerful kick to the jaw.
Then, while you're lying unconscious on the ground, I take your lipstick and write "free whore" on your forehead. I pick up my black top from the ground and put it on. And I walk away, leaving you lying unconscious in the backyard of a nightclub. My face is badly bruised, there are bruises on my boobs and a mark from your belt buckle. But I'm glad I kicked your fat ass and I can leave this backyard on my own feet, unlike you.