as soon the the pain tore through me, i cracked. He insulted my drink and then had this done to me. The pain, the humiliation was all too much. He made a wrong move when He came closer to look me in the eyes. i kicked out, but was too angry to calculate in the fact that my arms were restrained. so i missed and He was at least smart enough to restrain my legs. i knew i was in over my head and that i would no doubt be in ten times more trouble by now. 2. i had no idea each one could feel 5 times worse. Once it got to 10 on my back and i was outright crying. It seemed too cruel. i did not know pain like this existed; i did not feel like it could be happening to me. i was quickly becoming lost in a whole other world of extraordinary pain. i took a moment to look up as He said 20. The cruel look got to me. This time i used my bindings to my advantage. i jumped and threw both legs up in a forward kick with all my body weight at Him, using my hands to balance my self for the throw. i knew i was acting crazy... But something had cracked inside me... the blow landed, harder than i honestly thought i could do, but not hard enough to do much more than piss Him off as He stood up and dusted Himself off from His (very well taken, might i humbly add) backward fall. The room went silent except for His angry snarl. Stroke 20 hadn't landed yet...