Zara
Bringing my irritated face close to his, I demanded in a shrill voice,
"Password, you idiot!" Blood had already caked under his nostrils and on his chin, and his eyes were barely open.
He tried to grab me, but I kicked him right between the balls with my heel, aiming the sharp end right where it would hurt the most.
He roared like a donkey, doubled over in pain. Panic began to build. My heart sank, and I didn't know how much longer I could keep this up before a full-blown panic attack overtook me.
"F... bitch," he shrieked as I straightened up and began pressing down, trying to crush his balls.
"That's... 4... 1..." and then his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out.
No-o-o, no-o-o.
In desperation, I kicked him in the stomach and balls several times, but he was already lying in a heap.
