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Devil's were known as disgusting and vile creatures.
they were desperate to get anything and everything they wanted, they wer...
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"awww, little kitty thinks she can roar?" he mocks, his tone akin to that of a parent when speaking to their child.
your eyes move towards the closest wall and you scan the space around you and the boys.
"i'm not gonna roar, little man."
"wh—"
"i'm gonna rip you to shreds with my bare hands, bitch boy."
the air grows cold and with hitched breath, you move your lower-body to kick yourself onto the wall, your back and the two men holding onto your arms harshly making contact to the opposite wall.
you move quick and slip your arms out of their grips, turning around to deliver quick, hard punches to their faces
you dodge when another one of them charge towards you, kicking you in the hip with power. you wince at the feeling, but quickly recover and grab his leg, pulling it to make him loose his balance.
he falls to the floor with a grunt and you pull him closer to you while slightly raising your foot to kick him in the chin. you pull on his leg while bending it until you hear a sickening crack.
he screams out, tears immediately pouring from his eyes as you let go of him.
there are 2 of them left, one glaring holes into you and the one that couldn't keep his mouth shut just mere seconds ago.
they both dart towards you at the same time, fists raised and aiming for your midsection. you dodge one of them and grab the arm of the blabber mouth when it barely graces the skin of your cheeks.
in one motion, you throw the blabbermouth to the side with gathered strength, watching him fall into the other one that glared at you.
they both fall on the ground, and you take this opportunity to grab a nearby trashbag, opening it and throwing the trash on the two who held you by the arms.
the atmosphere changes as the group watches you helplessly, unable to move their limbs.
they gag at the smell, flinching when pieces of sauced vegetable peels touch their skin. their faces are bruised and red from your bunch, and their nose are bent in an uncomfortable manner. you laugh loudly at them before walking towards the last three.
your smile was still displayed, but your eyes were an arctic cold. the dullness set something within them off, chills constantly running up and down their spines.
you were completely different from years ago.
back then, you looked like a desperate animal, but now, you look like you're going to tear them apart slowly and bring them fate worse than death itself, and suddenly, they wished they'd die already.
