Revenge, Pt 7: The Blood Starts Flowing - Sex Stories

Revenge, Pt 7: The Blood Starts Flowing

... something in her timid little voice, and he wasn't even paying attention. But then, neither was I. I wanted him to look at me. I was going to confront him today. Right now. I was done with feeling like a scared little boy. As I glared at the back of his head, he suddenly turned and caught my eye. He looked puzzled for a second, probably taken aback my angry expression. I quickly raised my middle finger to him and held it there, watching as the fury and surprise lit up his face. He looked like he wanted to beat my ass in the middle of the classroom. Well, why wait? I made a jerking motion with my head towards the door. I was calling him out. "Ms Kallis?" I said, raising my hand. She looked up at me, surprised at the interruption. "Uh...yes?" "I need to go to the bathroom." I said standing up, not waiting for an answer. She nodded meekly as I walked towards her, and left through the door on her right. I dug my hands into my pockets and hurried along the corridor to the male bathroom. I walked in to the small room, only containing a few urinals and one stall, as well as two sinks. I walked to the centre of the room, in front of the sinks with my back to the cubical wall, and turned to face the door. I could see myself in the mirrors over the sinks. I didn't look ready for this. I looked afraid. And my eyes widened further in terror as I heard heavy footsteps approach the door. Suddenly it burst open, and the huge bulk of Mike stormed in. "You!" he growled, and lunged forward. ...

... He punched me squarely in the chest, hard. I felt the breath being pushed out of me, and a deep pain shocked my body. I stumbled backwards and slammed against the cubical. "What the fuck, faggot!? You wanna go?" he exclaimed angrily. I regained my footing, and stared into his eyes. "Fuck you." I said, my voice sounding surprisingly steady. He bellowed with rage and lashed out again, delivering a crashing blow to the ribs on my right, and another to my still painful chest. I didn't try to dodge, or defend myself in any way. I couldn't. He was too big, too fast. He'd probably beaten up a hundred guys like me for fun, and I'd never even thrown a punch. So I took the hits, and was once again thrown back against the cubical, crashing hard against it and causing it to shake and clatter. Before I could get my footing, he threw another punch out that smashed into my mouth. The pain was intense and it shook me to my bones, but I gritted my teeth. I wasn't going to let myself be beaten by this. I wasn't going to be controlled and dominated by some needle dicked asshole. I told myself that he was nothing as I took another shaky step towards him, righting myself. "What have you got to say for yourself now, bitch?" he asked smugly. I took a deep breath, which was incredibly difficult. "Fuck. You." I panted. Once again, an animalistic rage exploded across his features. It was almost comical, in a way. His handsome face suddenly shifting to an almost cartoonishly exaggerated look of pure ...