The Sabrina Effect: Jared and Seth

It’s been some days since Sabrina spent the day at the Brennan household, and she was feeling confident and proud. She learned a lot that day. She learned that her boyfriend's older brother is really hot, and that her boyfriend gets jealous pretty easily. She also learned that his mother is really cool and helpful. She also learned how a boys boy parts feel, but most importantly, she learned that there is no reason for her to feel powerless when faced with an annoying boy who doesn't know his place. All it takes is one moment, where the boy is incapable of protecting his boy parts, for that boy to fall down and lose control of his body. 

Sabrina's been practicing her kick every day, kicking thin air and sometimes pillows, hoping to make sure her kick is as perfect as possible. She imagined every boy she knew was on the receiving end of the kicks. Everyone from her cute boyfriend Stevie and his big brother Cody, to her annoying cousins. But most commonly, she thought about kicking Jared in his stupid little boy balls. She couldn't wait to make that mean bully cry. 

It was recces, and Sabrina was happily talking to Stevie. Since that day, Sabrina's been asking Stevie a lot of questions. About his brother, about the times they've busted him, his favorite ways to bust Cody, and even about Stevie's previous busts too. Stevie only got busted by Cody and Sabrina, so there wasn't much to share there, but he could talk a lot about Cody. At first, Stevie felt uncomfortable talking about his big brother's balls so much with his girlfriend, but realized that this is something they have both thought about, and enjoy entertaining. He warmed up to the topic, and now, is almost as happy to talk about it as Sabrina is to hear it. Sabrina's happily talked to Stevie about her thoughts regarding busting boys balls too, and Stevie's cautiously encouraging her. 

Sabrina hasn't busted Stevie since that day, but she's threatened it playfully a few times since then. She really enjoyed Stevie's instantaneous and predictable reaction. She loved the control she had, without even doing anything but moving her eyes down to a place she loves to think about. Stevie found it fun and playful too. He's worried for the day when she stops being playful, but for the moment, it was nothing to worry about. 


The two were talking during recess, minding their own business. At least, until Jared noticed them. Jared's the schoolyard bully, and he's used to getting his way. He found Sabrina to be remarkably pretty, which is one of the reasons he always picked on her. But since Stevie stood up to him, he hasn't left her side, and it's been making Jared more and more mad. He's not used to getting what he wants among his peers and in the moment, watching Sabrina laugh and look at Stevie with those beautiful eyes. Watching that punk kiss someone as pretty as her, holding hands. Jared couldn't think of a good reason not to go up there and show Sabrina that he's the alpha male. 



"Hey Sabrina? What's cooking?" Jared loudly asked, confidently approaching the two young love birds. 

Stevie and Sabrina turned their heads and groaned in unison at the sore sight that was Jared. Not a sore sight because of any physical aberrations, as Jared is a slightly above average kid in the looks department. His short hair looks right on his square face, and his brown eyes took nothing away from him. He even has a small, dotted mustache over his upper lip. His voice is deeper, and he's taller and has more meat on his bones than Stevie does. However, none of that stopped Stevie from putting himself in front of Sabrina when he saw Jared approach them. 

"What do you want, Jared?" Stevie asked sharply. 

"Hey, don't talk to me like that! You're nothing, punk!" Jared exclaimed, as he stood up and higher than Stevie. Stevie didn't back down, but he didn't have to. Sabrina pulled him back. Stevie looked to the side and saw his girlfriend stand in front of him. At first he tried to argue but Sabrina looked at him, then looked down quickly, letting her eyes settle on his crotch for a moment, then she looked back up. Stevie smirked then backed up, letting Sabrina deal with Jared. Sabrina told Stevie about how she couldn't wait to bust Jared's balls since the day she came over. 

"What, your girl has more balls than you? Ha!" Jared laughed at Stevie, who just looked down and shook his head. 

"You should be careful what you say, Jared. You never know if it'll come back to bite you." Sabrina said with confidence. 

"Whatever. Why are you even with this twerp, anyways?" 

"Because he's sweet, funny and way cooler than you!" 

"He's just a kid! Why don't you let a real man show you how he treats a girl..." Jared said, in what he imagined to be a smooth voice. 

Sabrina rolled her eyes and groaned painfully. Jared's eyes furrowed and he tensed his fists. 

"You're such an ass, Jared!" Sabrina returned, loudly. 

"At least I'm not a bitch!" 

By this point, a crowd has formed around Jared and Sabrina. The kids were used to Jared picking on people, but people rarely stand up to him. Especially the girls. 

"Take that back!" Sabrina commanded, her own eyes furrowing. She was visibly getting animated now. 

"Or what? What is a little girl like you going to do to someone like me? Huh!?" Jared tilted his head mockingly and laughed. He shook his head and scratched his head, like he were someone important who didn't have time for this. 

Sabrina looked down at Jared's crotch when she saw him looking away. He was wearing a soft pair of Adidas track pants. A small bump was visible, and Sabrina smiled. This was going to be easy. She looked back up just to make sure the moment was right. She saw Jared look back at her at the exact same moment. 

"Oh, you're smiling now? Is it because you realized I'm right?" 

"No, that's not it, dickhead." 

Jared laughed, then responded. "Don't make me hurt you, little girl." 

"The only one that's going to get hurt here is you, you dumb boy!" 

Jared comically laughed out and fake wiped a tear out of his eye as he looked around at the crowd. "Did you guys hear that? She's gonna hurt me!" Then was in the process of laughing again, with his arms crossed, unable to believe that a pretty girl like Sabrina was capable of hurting him. 

When Jared first turned away, Sabrina knew this was the time. She set her body up, just like Lauren told her to, and eyed the bump between Jared's legs. She didn't waste any time, knowing that all it takes is one moment to break this dumb, cocky boy. She didn't want him to feel any better than he deserves to for any longer. 

With grace, Sabrina's right leg flew through the air with her foot at a perfect angle. Then, she snapped her foot out right at the perfect moment, and watched it rise closer and closer to Jared's wide open crotch. Then, she felt her foot make contact with his Adidas track pants and saw her foot sail up and crash into that small bump that was sitting on his pants. She saw her foot fly up, and felt Jared's dangling and unsuspecting private parts push up under the pressure of her foot. 

Sabrina's foot banged into Jared's pelvis, and flattened his beady testicles with ease. Sabrina could instantly tell that his dick and balls were smaller than Stevie's. Even though Stevie couldn't compare to his big brother's size, at least they still felt like balls. Jared's testicles felt like small little raisins, and she instantly felt a sting of disappointment at the contact. However, that disappointment did not last. 

Jared's eyes went wide as he felt Sabrina's foot slam into his pelvis, crushing his nuts on the way there. He pulled his hands in and stood frozen as he looked forward in confusion. Then his face quickly morphed in anger at realization at what she just did. But, that angry face barely lasted long enough to read into it, as the pain that Jared never knew was possible swelled up inside him. He looked sick as his eyes closed and his large body doubled over. He let out a terrible whimper, his barely haired upper lip shaking as he fell to his knees. 

The crowd of middle schoolers gasped out and could not believe what they were witnessing. Just moments ago, Jared was famously making fun another student. But this has never happened before. Jared has never been brought to his knees so quickly, and they've never seen him look so sick. And they've never heard him cry like he did.

"Oh my god! My fucking balls!" Jared cried out with tears swelling up as he rolled onto his side, curling up in terrible pain. His face was growing redder by the second and he quickly began wheezing and kicking his legs in a tremendous display of unanticipated agony. 

"What happened!?" 

"Why is he rolling like that!?"

"Oh my god, should we get a teacher!?"

"My nuts... you broke my nuts..." Jared cried on the floor, pathetically. He sent a hand down his pants to feel the damages, and the other was holding his stomach, like he was going to be sick. Then, he let out a piercing scream that filled every boy with horror, and every girl with awe. 

"She broke his balls!" 

"Serves him right!"

"She kicked him where the sun don't shine!"

Sabrina watched with pride, at the weeping bully in front of her. Although kicking him in the balls felt like she kicked a small bag of sunflower seeds, watching him react was like watching a beautiful performance reenacted. She felt so powerful and happy, knowing that everything worked out perfectly, the way it should of for everyone involved. Jared finally feels what it's like to be put in his place. After years of picking on everyone and no one standing up to him, he finally got put down. Put down by the exact same thing that makes him so angry and full of energy, which now makes him so crippled and full of sickness. 

"Who doesn't have the balls, now, huh?" Sabrina mocked Jared, bending over at the waist. Jared didn't look up, and continued to clutch his battered nuts with a red, weeping face. 

"I bet you're in a lot of pain, huh? So much pain that you want to die, so much pain that you'd do anything for it to go away. But I thought you were so strong! You were supposed to show me how it is to be a man. Is this what you meant, Jared? Is this what men are supposed to be like? Crying on the floor? Or is that just you? Maybe you'll think of how this feels next time you pick on someone again! You should remember how easy it was for me to make you feel this way... anyone can do it, and there's nothing you can do about it. You weak, whimpering, baby bitch!" 

Jared shook his head and let out a painful grunt. He whimpered and shifted around before he cried out "I want my mom! Please! I need my mOooOOMM!" 

"Aww, does the whittle baby want his mommy? Do you want mommy to kiss your boo-boo better? Huh, is that it, little boy?" Sabrina mocked. 

"You go girl! Make him cry!" 

"You hear that, Jared? People are happy that I did this to you. Maybe I'll do it again tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that. And then, I'll walk to your house, knock on the door, and when you limp to the door and open it, I'll kick you in your little weak balls again. And there's nothing you can do about it!" 

Jared couldn't respond to any of Sabrina's threats. He was too weak and too scared. The pain was too intense, he didn't know if it would ever go away, and he was scared that he's might of lost his nuts. All because he didn't believe a girl like Sabrina could hurt him. 

"You better watch yourself, Jared! And remember how I made you feel, and remember that it can happen again, and again! So you better behave!" 

With that, Sabrina turned around and grabbed onto Stevie's hand, and pulled him with her, hoping to walk through the crowd. Stevie was transfixed on the weeping mess of the bully in front of him, and couldn't move his head away. He stepped over his quivering frame, and turned back to look at his girlfriend. She was walking with a strut of determination that terrified him. He had no idea what to make of what just happened. He swallowed hard and looked over her body from behind. Stevie worries if he and his mother created a monster. 

Not too long ago, thanks to help of Lauren, Sabrina learned how to deal with boys who think they’re invulnerable. The scene that followed, showed the entire school playground that a boy, even one as notorious and dominant as Jared, could be dropped and made into a crying mess of a kid with nothing more than a well placed foot. 

All young boys and girls who watched were entranced, and couldn't look away. Some of the boys understood and felt pity, and even some had no idea. But, most of the girls have never seen anything like this and couldn't comprehend what just happened. They thought boys were supposed to be so strong, so this was so strange to see. They watched Jared as he writhed and cried on the floor, so unlike the brooding tormentor that they were used to patrolled the playground, walking around like he owned the place. They couldn't understand why the raid boss was weeping with a red face, crying for his mother to help soothe the pain between his legs. 

"What happened!?"

"Why is Jared crying!?"

"Oh my god, should we get a teacher!?" 

But a few girls understood what happened to that overconfident boy and were able to explain. With pride, they elaborated. 

"She broke his balls!"

"Serves him right!"

"She got him where the sun don't shine!"

For many girls, their innocence was lost that day. They learned how to take advantage of a boy, and they learned how terribly uneven mother nature made them. They could never hurt like that. Only boys could. 

With this new found knowledge, many girls wanted to test out how weak boys are for themselves. Every girl knew a boy or two that they found stupid or annoying. Maybe a brother, or maybe a boy who has a crush on them. And now, thanks to Sabrina finally standing up to Jared and dropping him like the weak boy he tried so hard to pretend he wasn't, all the girls realized that they too have an answer to those annoying boys who won't stop bothering them, those boys who have no sense of boundaries, those boys who act before they think. 

The girls who witnessed Sabrina kicking Jared in his boyhood, will remember it for the rest of their life, because that's the day where a whole new world opened up for them. A world where they will always have an advantage over boys. 

Jessica was there that day and watched as the all powerful, and terror-inducing Jared was dropped after one measly kick between his legs. She watched him fall on the floor, cry, roll and gasp like he were dying of the most painful of infections in his stomach, and could not believe it was that easy to deal with boys. She wondered how it felt to hit a boy there, she wondered if every boy was that weak, and she wondered how hard she really had to hit a boy between his legs for him to act like Jared. She spent the rest of the day thinking about this, and pondered, like Socrates thought about the society around him, contemplating everything about a boys privates, and how weak they are. She didn't pay any attention to class after recces. 

Jessica spent a lot of time thinking about her little brother, Seth. Seth's a few years younger then Jessica, and often got on her nerves. Physically, he’s smaller than Jessica, being a few years younger. He’s light brown, maybe dark blonde hair, that’s a little bit less than medium length, he has blue eyes and is always running around and playing games with an annoying smile on his face. 

Like most boys, he's rambunctious, messy, and rarely takes her feelings into consideration. Jessica knows she hasn't been perfect, but she knows that she's a better sibling than Seth is. Seth is always running around the house, he always gets to the good pieces of chicken before she can get there. He always eats her fries when they go to McDonald's, while he leaves his alone. He's always yelling, bumping into her, making jokes at her expense. He knows what gets under her skin, and which buttons to press to get a reaction. 

Although Jessica is the older sister, thus both bigger and stronger, Seth is just so annoying and full of energy, like a dumb mosquito that simply won’t quit, no matter how many times he’s swiped at. Jessica is getting tired of smacking the pest, and wants a way to put him down for good. Seth is the sort of little brother that make big sisters grow up wishing he were born a girl. But for the first time, Jessica is happy that Seth is a boy. 


Later that day, Jessica and Seth are home from school. Seth is in 5^th grade, which means he wasn’t a part of the same recess as Jessica, not technically being in junior high. Jessica doesn’t know if Seth has ever been hit between his legs, or even if he knows how painful it is. Jessica did some research on her phone, reading into why it hurts boys to get hit between the legs, and realizes that many boys are really scared of it and would rather anything happen then get hit down there, in the balls, as most call it. To Jessica, that confirmed that it’s the two little orbs that makes it so painful. She wonders if Seth never being hit there before means it would hurt him more, or if him not being scared of it, since he probably doesn’t know, means it would affect him less. She couldn’t find anything about that online, and she was gave it a lot of thought. She thought that him not knowing it would make it hurt him more, since he has no idea what to expect. She knows that when Seth hits her when she doesn’t expect it, it hurts more than when she knows he’s about to hit her. She thinks that this same principle would apply.

When home, Jessica watches a lot of videos about boys getting hit in the balls. She finds it really funny and comforting, for reasons she can’t really say at the moment. She decides to pull out her journal and write down how she’s feeling about it. She makes it a point to describe what happened at Recess.

Seth was walking around, bored, like he so often is, and found that his big sisters room was open. Wearing just a yellow shirt and tan colored shorts, he carefully opened the door and peaked inside. He saw his big sister writing in her journal. He pushed the door open a bit more, and was worried as it creaked, thinking it might’ve given his position away. However, Jessica seemed to be focused on writing, and wasn’t paying any attention. Seth realized that this was perfect, as he always wanted to read her diary, and found himself bored. Without much thought, Seth ran in, swiped the book as he jumped at his sister on her bed. Jessica made a yelp at the sudden shift in experience, then tried to jump in and take her journal back. However, Seth flipped himself over with her book in hand and quickly rolled off her bed and found his footing.

“SETH! GIVE ME BACK MY JOURNAL!”

“NEVER!” Seth screamed back, as a playful but obnoxious boy would, as he ran out of the room. Jessica followed him quickly, jumping off her bed and running at her little brother.

The two screamed and tumbled around the house, making a lively racket that made their Father have to assure their Mom that they should just stay out of it and let them figure it out.  

Eventually, Jessica caught up with Seth and grabbed onto her journal with both hands.

“SETH, LET GO!”

“NO!”

“WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM!? LET GO OF MY JOURNAL!”

“WHY DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL?! ONLY LITTLE BABIES HAVE JOURNALS!”

“SHUT UP SETH, OR I’LL KICK YOU IN THE BALLS!”

Both siblings instantly froze and stopped pulling on the journal. It just came out of her, and Jessica instantly regretted it. She wanted to catch her little brother off guard, wanted to make sure she hit him with as little time for him to react as possible. But there she went and told the enemy her battle strategy, giving away her position and hand. She instantly froze and waited for his reaction.

Seth looked at his big sister all funny, like he wasn’t sure what to make of that. He looked at Jessica like she just said something ridiculous. Something that his young, feeble mind couldn’t understand.

“Whatever! That doesn’t even hurt anyways!” Seth taunted, not believing that Jessica would actually do it. Those are his private parts, and he would never expect that his sister would ever touch him there. It just felt so foreign to his young, inexperienced mind. Why would anyone ever touch him there? Especially his weird big sister. Seth also honestly believed that it didn’t hurt that badly. He got hit between his legs with a ball when he played kickball before, and it didn’t hurt him very much. He assumed that the reactions were played up in movies and TV for dramatic purposes.

Jessica’s eyes widened and her smiled sharped, like she was just invited to that party that she’s been dying to attend to. And she couldn’t wait to show up and feel how it is to be a part of the action she couldn’t take her mind off of.

As Seth pulled back on the journal again, both of his arms pulling back, and Jessica knew that this was the perfect opportunity.

Jessica, being bigger and stronger than her little brother, made sure to get into the best opportunity she possibly could. because she could. She pushed her little brother against the wall, not giving him any space to move around. Seth grunted as he hit against the wall, but he made sure to hold onto his Sister’s journal, thinking it's the most important thing right now. He wasn’t planning on letting go that easily, and he had every intention to hold on, and power through everything his big sister could possibly throw at him. Because he's always been able to take everything Jessica hits him with. 

Jessica looked down at her little brother’s shorts, knowing that what’s in her sights right there, in those tan shorts, is all that matters. She thought a lot about how she wanted to hit a boy in the balls. Maybe a kick would be the most fun. It’s what Sabrina did to Jared. She just swung her leg up, like a pendulum of a clock, and made direct contact with those two boy oval’s between his legs, and knocking him down for the count. She also thought about throwing her knee in, knowing that it might work better. A knee is harder than a foot, and there’s less distance to travel, less opportunity to miss.  

However, in the moment, Jessica felt that using her skinny, feminine fist would be best. She’s taller than Seth, and she would have had to lower herself to make sure her knee hits well. And she was too close to realistically use her foot without moving, which could ruin the opportunity.

So, Jessica let go of her journal with her dominant hand and looked back up at Seth before she struck home. She wanted to see his face before and after, because she knows that this is going to be a special moment. The first time she’s ever busted someone, the first time Seth's ever really been busted, and she doesn’t want to miss anything. She watched Seth struggle, his young cute face struggling to pull away from his big sister. Eyes squinting, mouth sneering in a playful grimace as he shook his head, making his mop of light brown hair flail around.

Jessica pulled her right hand back, looked back down at Seth’s crotch. His legs were trying to shift around, his hips moving, butt dancing against the wall. Try as he might, little brother couldn’t compete against his big sisters force. And little did he know, that she hasn't even hit him with her best shot yet. 

Jessica reared her tiny fist back even further, and sent it down, then up, uppercutting Seth between his legs, making direct contact with his 5th grade testicles. Neither Jessica nor Seth will ever forget that, or what happened next.

Jessica’s fist sunk into Seth’s crotch, and it was unlike anything she thought she’d feel. She thought it might be hard, unforgiving, almost like a shell. They are really important after all. But, there was this overwhelming sense of comfort in finding her fist buried in her little brother’s crotch. It almost felt like his little spongey orbs, small meaty tube and thighs on either side was protecting her fist from the outside world. Like they invited her fist in to help it find something comforting, find safety from the harsh, unforgiving world around. It was such a warm, cozy spot. Almost like his groin was made specifically with her fist in mind. Her fist a sword, and his crotch, a sheath. 

And the feeling of her fist sinking in, the exact contents and descriptors she experienced as her fist dove into her little brother’s shorts were remarkable. She felt Seth’s small, rubbery but fleshy ball shaped peanuts lose their shape as her fist dug in deeper, pushing them up into his pelvis. There, she felt her fist hit something hard, but also felt her knuckles push up even further anyways. She felt her little brothers balls flatten, like two balloons hitting the floor before they pop.

Seth couldn’t believe what he felt. All of a sudden, he knew his most personal place was violated. His boyhood was under attack, and he didn’t expect to feel this. He had no idea how to react as he felt his little nuts get pushed up into his pelvis, over his big sisters fist and crash into his bony pelvis. Naturally, his body bent over slightly, his right leg raised for a moment and his Seth blue eyes grew wide as he gasped out in shock, all of this happening in the same moment, all before his inexperienced body froze in place, unsure what to do, as his arms still holding onto the book off to the side. The next movement made on his side was his testicles falling back down and reforming their shape. After that, it was his eyes and mouth shaking.

As Jessica took her fist out, she looked up at Seth in anticipation. Did it work? Is he going to roll around and cry like Jared did? She saw Seth look forward, frozen. His eyes wide in shock, his mouth not moving. She knew she hit him right on, feeling his small orbs on her knuckles as they crashed into his bony and young pelvis.

As Jessica studied Seth’s face, Seth began to feel the effects of his boyhood undergoing it’s first attack. Not so slowly, he felt a searing agony catch fire between his legs, and like wild fire, it spread throughout his lower body. The pain was unimaginable. Seth couldn’t react to the pain, it took away his ability to think, to act. All he could do was stand there frozen, his eyes and mouth trying to figure out what to do as the flaming pain ran rampant inside him, like a boy running rampant in his house. With no care for anything, except doing what it felt like doing.

Then, Seth's eyes rolled back, as his body finally reacted for him, realizing that he couldn’t consciously control himself anymore through the overwhelming pain. Seth let go of the now unimportant book, and pulled his hands in to his little orb shaped delicacies, those two small sphere’s that are the center of the 11 year old’s future. The pain grew even higher as Seth's body showed it's reaction to this naturally occurring intimate display as it overloaded his system and took away his ability to stand up anymore. Seth collapsed to the floor, his butt up in the air as his hands were buried in his shorts, holding what his big sister just mercilessly assaulted for the first time. His eyes closed shut as the sides of his eyes began watering. His mouth opened in an empty, gasping cry as he pulled in whatever air his weak body could find and then pushed it all out in a spine tingling scream. The pain was still getting worse for poor little Seth, as he began rolling around like his body was on fire.

Seth was crying, his face was red as he held his tan shorts with both hands. Rolling and writhing on the floor, kicking his hairless legs as he held his hairless boyhood. Holding those small, almost pathetic little things. And Jessica watched from above, with the biggest smile on her face. Watching her little brother, so annoying, writhing and crying on the floor, so against what boys are supposed to act like. She watched, feeling so powerful, so fulfilled. The feeling of her fist being surrounded by her little brother’s crotch, it felt so warm and completing. It felt almost like a ritual to her, a ritual that mother nature intended. Once you push her fist into your little brother’s crotch, something special happens. You feel like you just did the right thing, and you are rewarded with a ceremony that's completed by the brother. He performs the hardest part, acting out the tradition that stands the test of time. A boy writhing on the floor on boy pain, learning, realizing for the first time, that between his legs, is nothing more than a weakness that he will spend the rest of his life protecting. Protecting, out of fear of feeling such a horrible agony that he can never cope with. 

Mom and Dad came running downstairs when they heard their little boy cry out that hair-standing scream. They come downstairs and see Seth rolling on the floor with his hands between his legs, crying, wheezing and coughing as Jessica stands above him. Confident, powerful and in total control. On the floor next to them, is a pink book, one that they remember buying for Jessica to hold her memories in. They realized what happened pretty quickly.

The Father understands and feels pity for his little boy. He understands how it feels to be taken advantage of like that, and he knows there’s nothing he can do to help. He just has to wait for Seth to make it through the torturous state that he’s in, and hope that there isn’t anything he has to clean up afterwards.

Mother, however, looks on almost proud of Jessica. She knows Seth always annoys her, and she finally put him in his place. She knows Seth will think twice about bothering his sister like this again.

But, she knows she has to put on an act, as a concerned Mother.

“Jessica! What did you do!?” She asked, in a very forced look of disappointment.

Jessica snapped to her parents, and she looked like a deer in headlights.

“Mom! He stole my journal! I… I was… he’s so annoying!”

Mom tried to hide her smile as she shook her head. “Go upstairs, young lady. We’ll deal with you later!”

Jessica sighed and moved to the stairs. But before going up, she turned around and looked at Seth. He was still rolling around, his young underdeveloped frame writhing, unable to cope with a pain that she will never understand. But she doesn’t have to understand how it feels, and she’s grateful for that. It looks horrible, and she’s so glad she will never have to feel anything like that. But she knows now, that whenever she wants, she can make her little brother roll on the floor, screaming and tears pouring out of his blue eyes. She smiles as she thinks about how it felt, how warm and perfect it felt to have her fist dig into his crotch.

She wonders if a kick will feel the same way. She can’t wait to test it out.