Not Like The Others

Chapter Seven- Reality

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Mel POV

---Four months later---

I huffed out in satisfaction as there was a muffled groan from under me. "Having fun, Chuck?" I said, my heart racing with adrenaline from the fight. "Give up?" I suggested to him, blowing a stray piece of hair from out of my face that had escaped my tight ponytail. "It won't make you less of a man, you know." I said, although that wasn't true, and we both knew it.

"Never." Chuck huffed back, and I increased some pressure, pushing all my weight onto his upper arm. He was lying face down, with me straddling him. He had one arm pinned, and the other was being pushed over towards his head. Any more pressure and I would completely dislocate his shoulder.

"Aah fuck!" He shouted in pain, wriggling underneath me. I knew what the result would be if he let his pride win. I would dislocate his shoulder and he would have to have it put back, strapped and would take a few days to get full movement and flexibility back from it, with regular shifting of course. It would be highly inconvenient.

"Anymore and I'll end up dislocating your shoulder, Chuck." I said happily. I was in my element, I had the upper hand and he knew it. It was thoroughly enjoying, seeing a stronger, more reputable and skilled man defenseless underneath me.

"You wouldn't." He said, but he had an undertone of uncertainty. "Oh you certainly know I would, don't even try and push your luck, nothing's stopping me." I said matter of factly. "Surrender or you will have a bung shoulder for a couple of days." I said smugly.

"You can't." Chuck almost pleaded, his breathing increasing.

"Oh and what tells you that?" I inquired, curious.

"Well Steeve said-"

I burst out in surprised laughter, loosening the pressure on his arm momentarily. "Oh lord." I said barely containing a set of giggles. "Your friend, Steeve, is a wimp and a coward. Tell me, have you seen him in the last three days?"

"Er, no?" Chuck said, frowning. "Well, your good mate Steeve, was training with me about three days ago, and I trapped him in a rather awkward position, much to my amusement, and his embarrassment. I said surrender or I'll break your leg and he didn't believe me, so he didn't surrender. So do you know what I did? I broke his leg, and he wailed like a newborn pup and was carted off into the infirmary. He just got out yesterday, and is shifting regularly to make the healing process go faster. What did you think he was doing?"

"Steeve said he had a few days off and was checking out to spend some time with his family." He said, bewildered at his fellow employees lie.

"Ha, all lies. A lying liar that one is!" I exclaimed. "So do you want to end up like him? Hiding away because a sixteen year old beat him up? Or walk away unscathed apart from your ego?"

"Neither." He said, making a last attempt to throw me off his back, and try gain the upper hand.

"Not so fast." I said, increasing the pressure again. "Dislocated shoulder it is!" I said gleefully, and increased the pressure even more.

"Aaahrg!" He screamed in pain. I smiled evilly, and pushed his arm, tearing the muscle.

All of a sudden, the door burst open, and Lovac swiftly strode in, making me stop in my tracks. He took in me and Chuck and smirked. "Mel was telling the truth you know." He said, talking to Chuck. "She is merciless, don't ever forget that." He commanded, gesturing for me to let him go.