Valeriya The Half Breed Ch. 03

Just like the Stooges, The Mountain encouraged me to scream as he kicked me again in the gut as I tried to get up. I just did not have the breath left in me to tell him that screaming was not going to happen since I had been trying without success. After his last kick I pushed myself up again, but before I could move again The Mountain grabbed onto my neck from behind and plucked me up off the floor with one giant hand. He set me on my feet and pulled his hand away. Just as my knees started to buckle and I began to sink back down to the floor he swung his huge ham sized fist at me and connected with the left side of my face sending me stumbling into the nearest wall where I was able to get my hands out to stop from crashing into it face first. The wall also gave me something to hold on to that kept me upright and off the floor.

As I looked around the room from this new position my eyes settled on a clock on the far side of the room that was locked in a countdown. The numbers had just passed below the two-minute mark and I finally realized why The Mountain kept beating on me even when I no longer had the capacity to resist. He was on the clock. I knew that this was not Earth time but I did know that the time period reflected on the clock were similar to minutes and seconds. The Mountain saw this too as he stormed up to me and slammed his huge fist into my gut.

A new volcano of blood erupted from my mouth and splattered against the wall that I was using to hold myself up. I was holding on to the wall when he moved quickly toward me in my bent over position. His boot came up and the toe was launched upward into my ribs on the right side of my body. I could not confirm this but it felt as if another rib had been broken by his last kick, but the pain of two broken ribs is not much different than the pain from three broken ribs when your whole body is screaming out in pain.

His next punch was aimed at the left side of my face as he grabbed me by the back of the neck with his left hand. There was no place for my head to recoil and his first blow landed. Without giving me time to take a breath he rammed his fist into my face again as he targeted the same spot as before. My brain was flirting with unconsciousness as he held me up. I was hoping that I would pass out soon and the pain would end at least until I bled out.

He continued to hold on to me as he gave me one more shot to the face and two quick uppercuts to my belly. I tried to go to the floor but his grip on my neck would not allow it. When he did release his grip on me he threw me against the wall face first. My head hit followed by the rest of my body. The force of the impact had me stumbling a bit before I turned my back to the wall and started to slide down the wall to the floor.

The Mountain took hold of my hair to stop my slide and pulled me up to a standing position. Using his right foot he pushed my legs apart as far as he could get them before ramming his knee up between my legs. His fat boney knee slammed into my little golden nest. As soon as his grip on my hair was released I pitched forward and crashed down onto the floor with my hands clutching my wounded sex.

There was no more fight left in me as I curled up into a ball with my hands between my legs. The timer on the wall counted down to zero and a bell sounded. The Mountain stopped his advance toward me and turned to walk toward the door, which had just opened. I tried to call to him but all I could manage was a whisper. I slapped at the floor with my hand to get his attention but still he did not hear me. It was only when I was able to kick at a metal can with my foot that he turned to look at me and when he did I motioned for him to come back to me.

He looked at me with a quizzical look on his face but he came back. I suspected that it was more out of curiosity than anything else. I tried to speak but he could not hear me so he bent down with his ear close to my head to hear what I had to say, and when he was in close enough I claimed victory by telling him, "I won!"

"Like hell you did! You can't even get up, how did you win?"

"I won. There will never be a third phase to my punishment because you failed in your assignment."

"Just how did I fail in my assignment?"

"You killed me against your orders."

"But you're still alive?"

"I will not be for long. I am busted up badly inside. I think that maybe I have about 30 minutes to an hour left. You lose!"

"How can you die and claim victory?"

"I am Shinobi, I am Samurai, and it is an honor to die in battle."

He looked at me and realized that he had failed to cause me pain without killing me and given the amount of blood that I had lost he knew that I was right. He stood up, turned and walked toward the door and as he did he punched a metal storage locker and yelled, "FUCK!!!"