Beating Them At Their Own Game

As I watched like a sheep that we about to be slaughtered, Dan laid his two hands on my neck and shook me vigorously before, shoving me to the ground, to the cheers of his men and himself.

"What are you gonna do about it, huh? You looser!" He kicked my legs before trying to move them apart so that he could have his way. I watched him pull his shorts down and spat on me. Much to my dissatisfaction, his spit fell on my mouth prompting me to spit them out immediately. The remaining spit fell on my cheeks, I used a piece of my clothing to wipe them off.

I was disgusted by what was going on. I pitied Dan and his men, if he knew what was coming next, I doubt he would have indulged himself in a stupid act. My line action was pure defence, it was a decision I have already made to myself that, I will never strike first. That was what happened, I didn't strike first instead, Dan and his men did and for that, they are gonna pay heavily.

I stood to my feet only when he was done pulling my legs ap