James clutched his precious balls, eyes wide in shock. With a slight push on his shoulder, he collapsed to the ground, into a fatal position.
I had put my energy into that kick. It must hurt like hell. His face was all red, and he couldn't decide if he wanted to scream or not; he kept puffing his mouth as sweat beaded his face.
It was a solid one minute before he veered his bloodshot eyes to me, lips parting as he strained through the words. "F-F-Fucking bitch!"
"Bitch?" I clicked my tongue. "That's no way to talk to a lady."
He pointed at me, teeth clenching, but he growled, taking his hand back to grip his balls as if to soothe the pain.
I came closer, the tip of my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Looking down on him, he didn't look like the Shaw I knew years ago.
The door suddenly opened, and I moved my head quickly, relieved when it was Athena.
"Would you look at that, and here I thought you needed saving."
