Fist

I hadn’t been punched in ages.  The deafening crack of his massive fist collapsing my nose caught me off guard.  It was only as I stumbled backwards that I realised what he’d done.  I gasped a few short, breathy moans of elation and allowed myself to feel the blood brush past my smiling lips for a moment before I turned tale and ran out the door.  I had to leave, I couldn’t start all that nonsense again – I’d never be able to stop.  I’ve got no self-control, see.