After we tore through that ring like wildfires, punch for punch, breath for breath, and sweat slicking every inch of me, I still wound up here. Back slammed into the corner, arms restrained above me like some prize you earned the hard way. My abs, bruised, glistening, still heaving, offered up like a canvas, and you? Oh, you’re the artist with a fist for a brush.
You broke me down, I’ll give you that. You outlasted the storm. But don’t you dare think I’m broken. Not even close.
I see the fire in your eyes as you step in close, knuckles tightening, breath hot. This is your reward, right? My body hanging there, helpless and exposed. But make no mistake, I’m still watching. Still smirking through the pain. Still biting back curses with a wicked grin that says, “Is that all you’ve got?”
You want to paint my core in red and purple? Fine. Make every shot count. Just know that every blow you land now… is a debt I’ll collect later.
Rhea Malhotra (0)
2025-04-23 19:58So… that’s how it ends, huh?
After we tore through that ring like wildfires, punch for punch, breath for breath, and sweat slicking every inch of me, I still wound up here. Back slammed into the corner, arms restrained above me like some prize you earned the hard way. My abs, bruised, glistening, still heaving, offered up like a canvas, and you? Oh, you’re the artist with a fist for a brush.
You broke me down, I’ll give you that. You outlasted the storm. But don’t you dare think I’m broken. Not even close.
I see the fire in your eyes as you step in close, knuckles tightening, breath hot. This is your reward, right? My body hanging there, helpless and exposed. But make no mistake, I’m still watching. Still smirking through the pain. Still biting back curses with a wicked grin that says, “Is that all you’ve got?”
You want to paint my core in red and purple? Fine. Make every shot count. Just know that every blow you land now… is a debt I’ll collect later.
So go on. Swing. Slam. Savor it.
But don’t forget, I’ll remember everything.