I hit her with the baseball bat until she fell to the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed, staring at me in disbelief.
"An experiment. I heard you can take a beating. How much can you handle?" I asked, continuing to hit her with the bat.
She tried to stand, but I didn't give her a chance; I kept hitting her until she was badly bruised and bleeding heavily.
"Why aren't you screaming?" I dropped the bat beside me and squatted to look at her. "Why aren't you making a sound? Why are you staying quiet? Why aren't you calling for help?" I growled.
"Will you stop hitting me if I call for help? I'm a bully myself; I know how it works," she coughed, spitting out blood.
"So you plan to handle this like a big girl you're not?" I scoffed.
"I need your reason. Can you tell me why you're doing this?"
"Will you fight me if I explain?"
"I might."
