Chapter 4

Serena didn’t care about Liam passing out, she only wanted to hurt him very badly.

Every man she kicked was floored, crying like a baby. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t crying at all. How? How dared him to mock her ballbusting skills like this?! She swung her leg back, sending it crushing between his legs. Then again, and again, and again. She makes sure to kick both of his testicles, hoping to hurt them beyond repair. She wasn’t kicking for fun anymore, she was kicking for castration. But his fat nuts wouldn’t burst. She tried all she could think, she kicked, kneed, punched, squeezed, hell he even used the empty can of pepper spray. She grabbed her purse and started swinging between his legs. Nothing.

Her shoe impacted his left nut. She looked at her sneakers, maybe they were the problem? The shoes were a harmonious blend of pristine white and flirtatious pink. The material was sleek and supple, hugging their feet like a second skin and accentuating every curve with a tantalizing embrace. Adorning the sides of the sneakers were stripes of pink, the laces were dyed in a shade of blush pink, The white rubber soles were just thick enough to cushion their movements, allowing for graceful jumps and confident stomps on a pair of nuts.