It takes several minutes for me to recover from your attack, but I eventually make my way to my feet and pull off my boots as you flaunt to the crowd. I move closer to you, and lunging forward deliver a hard slap to your face, screaming “bitch!!!”. You stumble backward but quickly recover and rush at me, ramming your shoulder into my stomach…”ufgfgfhhhhhhh”….driving me quickly backwards, I lose my balance and fall backward slamming hard onto the floor ….”uggggggjhhhh”, with you now on top of me, again tightly grabbing my hair and pulling my head violently from side to side. I instinctively grab your wrists, and with pain shooting through my scalp, desperately try to pry your fingers out of my hair before you rip it out….”get off me, BITCH!!!….i scream loudly. I press my feet firmly into the cold hardwood floor, and pushing up, bridge my lower body as high as I can and try to buck you off me…having no luck getting you out of my hair, I grab two big handfuls of your hair and manage to bridge and shake you off me to the side and follow you such that we are now rolling across the floor, tightly pressed against one another, both with each others hair still tight in our grips, ripping some of it out. I can faintly hear the screaming and cheering of our onlookers….many of whom are calling out for you and many who are screaming for me….all I can think of is how much I want to hurt you…
