𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!
「After years of heartache, you thought you were done with Gojo Satoru-the man who shattered your trust. But now, fate forces you to work with him again. Gojo hasn't changed, and despite your defenses, he's rele...
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One of the men lunged you, but you kicked him with your legs, sending him crashing backward.
Another man moved towards you, but you used the chair itself as a weapon, ramming it into his stomach with enough force to knock the air out of him. The chair creaked under the strain, but you didn't care.
Two more rushed at you from opposite sides. You swung your bounded body around, managing to kick one of them in the knee, causing him to crumple to the ground with a yell.
You used the momentum to spin the chair and slam the back of it into the other man's face, sending him stumbling.
Despite being tied up, your adrenaline was relentless. You struggled to your feet, lifting the chair with you, and swung it at the approaching gang members. The ropes cut into your wrists, your muscles screaming in pain.
"You idiots can't even handle a woman tied to a chair?" One of them sneered as another tried to grab you from behind.
You gritted your teeth, summoning every bit of strength you had left. With a primal shout, you shifted your weight and slammed the chair against the ground, the wood finally splintering beneath the force.
The ropes loosened as the chair broke apart. With your hands now free, you whirled around and shoved the nearest man backward.
"Just like him, huh?"
. . .
You stood there, the broken bodies you had just beat up all around you. You stood in the dim, decaying warehouse, blood dripping from your knuckles, your chest heaving with exhaustion. Thankfully, none of it was yours.
The air was thick with tension, the smell of sweat and fear clinging to the walls. You wiped your brow, your body trembling from the rush of adrenaline.
Across the room, a thug emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with malice. With a flick of his wrist, several eerie-looking puppets appeared, their twisted, lifeless faces reflecting the dim light. He grinned, confident in his ability to overwhelm you.
"You think you can take me with those?" You muttered, your voice low and laced with menace.
The puppets rushed towards you, but you barely flinched. You met the first one with a swift punch, its body shattering instantly under your strike. Another came at you, and you delivered a crushing blow, sending it crumbling into pieces. Each puppet fell with a single hit, your movements precise and lethal.
The thug's grin faltered as he desperately sent more puppets at you, but it was useless. You tore through them, your fists striking with raw, terrifying power. One after another, the puppets fell apart like brittle toys under your wrath.
Seeing his creations destroyed, the thug panicked. He tried to step back, but you were way faster. In a blur, you were on him. You threw a single, devastating punch to his jaw, and his body went limp, collapsing to the ground with a dull thud.
