ad anticipated. It was fast, much faster than I imagined for a man of his size. With a simple arm sweeping, he sent me back

not going to let him win so easily. I was not a victim. I had already proven it, and I had to prove it again. This fight

a series of fast movements, dodging his attempts to seize. My feet slipped on the ground, my arms struck with a precision that came from

did not go back. He never retreated. I knew he had underestimated me at first, thinking that I was

direct blow to the face. He was just in time, but I felt the pain of the impact. It was strong, of brutal and uncontrollable force. His fists were like Massue

e, but I did not give in. I kicked him in the abdomen, forcing his arm to loosen just enough for me to get out. I had

It was where he dominated me, where I was vulnerable. I was agile, yes, but it was unshakable. He dominated me, even without trying to ki

ure. I felt a wave of dizziness overwhelmed as I tried to straighten myself, the pain striking everywhere on my

stop me. The pain fed me. I refused to accept

his words filled with contempt.

ne point. The brute force was not enough. But that was not all

underestimated me. He thought that his brutality would be enough to break me. But

with all the strength that I still had in me. He paraded his attack with disconcerting ease, but he still underestimated my speed. I pivoted and, in a

me on the ground with disconcerting ease. The dust rose around us, but I didn't have time to get back. He was already there, abo

whispered, his freezing voice. "D

was bitter, but I knew it was not the end. He had proved to me that he was strong

but out of necessity. I took it, but

aving me the strength to breathe. He hadn't had a lot of effort to dominate me. I was there, on the ground, trembling, trapped under his relentless presen

hat nothing could shake. A predator. And me ... I was only

esuming my breath. The world revolved around me, my head drowning in pain. I would have liked to scream, shout, but my throa

He was not there to break me, not in the sense that I imagined it. He was there to prov

lm, but cold voice. "But I'm not

ronger. His words struck as unwavering truths. B

rength. I didn't have the slightest desire to get up, to cha

movements. "You can submit and accept your place by my side, or ... you can prove y

ple victory trophy. Not yet. But what did this "evidence of value" mean? Why giv

than he thought of me. He didn't ask me to love him. He didn't even ask me to obey him right away. But he expe

you will have to face me again. But this time, with eve

the only chance that I had. But all in me shouted me not to let this opportunity pass. To get up.

Just ... the wait. He wanted to see if I was ready for an

ith tight teeth. The cha