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Jun. 25th, 2021 at 3:29 AM
“P-P-Please . . . have mercy.”
The young man pleaded beneath the shadow which was looming towards him with a silhouette of a woman. Her left eye started to gleam a violet light, upon the victim quivering in the corner of the damp, street alley. Noticing his once peach colored skin tone was now bloodied into a purple-ish blue tint, tender enough to be skinned alive. His hair was in complete dishevel, his face was racked with abrasions and scars from the thrashing. His once bright, amber eyes were sullen, almost sunk into his face. A black eye was present on his right eye, while the left popped a blood vessel. The rest of his appearance consisted of ripped and ruffled clothing, pants discarded somewhere in his pursuit to hide from this woman and dirty, bare feet.
“I’ll . . . I’ll do anything, please! D-d-don’t cause any harm to me or my family!”
A dark smirk presents itself on her features, the idea of not harming the man or his family quirked her interests in a sadistic manner. Licking her pink appendage against her pale lips, she took a step closer to the male as he scooted back, curling into the fetal position.
“Have mercy? Don’t harm my family? My my, you assume that mercy and harm are within my vocabulary.” The Korean fighter advanced, kicking the man onto his back so she can see his face one more.
“Too bad I don’t care.” Laughing maniacally, Juri brought her leg up in an upsweeping motion, before it brutally was brought down, crushing all the bones left in his face. The Tae Kwon Do artist began to pivot her heel on the head, crunching the bones in the skull of the now slowly dying male. Taking another step forward, the violet eyed beauty was making sure he was dead and that no nerves from the brain were active. Kicking the body into the cemented wall, causing what was left of his brain to burst.
“He could’ve put up more of a fight.” She shrugged, feeling the sky turn grey, the clouds populate in number and the rain starting to trickle from above. It began light with small prattling, until it began to downpour, soaking her spider-inspired purple breastplate and her baggy trousers. Turning from the scene, she walked out of the alleyway and down the street.
The young man pleaded beneath the shadow which was looming towards him with a silhouette of a woman. Her left eye started to gleam a violet light, upon the victim quivering in the corner of the damp, street alley. Noticing his once peach colored skin tone was now bloodied into a purple-ish blue tint, tender enough to be skinned alive. His hair was in complete dishevel, his face was racked with abrasions and scars from the thrashing. His once bright, amber eyes were sullen, almost sunk into his face. A black eye was present on his right eye, while the left popped a blood vessel. The rest of his appearance consisted of ripped and ruffled clothing, pants discarded somewhere in his pursuit to hide from this woman and dirty, bare feet.
“I’ll . . . I’ll do anything, please! D-d-don’t cause any harm to me or my family!”
A dark smirk presents itself on her features, the idea of not harming the man or his family quirked her interests in a sadistic manner. Licking her pink appendage against her pale lips, she took a step closer to the male as he scooted back, curling into the fetal position.
“Have mercy? Don’t harm my family? My my, you assume that mercy and harm are within my vocabulary.” The Korean fighter advanced, kicking the man onto his back so she can see his face one more.
“Too bad I don’t care.” Laughing maniacally, Juri brought her leg up in an upsweeping motion, before it brutally was brought down, crushing all the bones left in his face. The Tae Kwon Do artist began to pivot her heel on the head, crunching the bones in the skull of the now slowly dying male. Taking another step forward, the violet eyed beauty was making sure he was dead and that no nerves from the brain were active. Kicking the body into the cemented wall, causing what was left of his brain to burst.
“He could’ve put up more of a fight.” She shrugged, feeling the sky turn grey, the clouds populate in number and the rain starting to trickle from above. It began light with small prattling, until it began to downpour, soaking her spider-inspired purple breastplate and her baggy trousers. Turning from the scene, she walked out of the alleyway and down the street.