As you continue to pummel Mark's groin with your fists, he lets out a string of curses but doesn't release his grip on your wrist. The pain in his crotch is intense, but it only seems to fuel his desire for you even more. "Look, just calm down and listen to me," he whispers hoarsely between clenched teeth. "I know I shouldn't have done that... but I can't help it... please..."
Everyone punches Mark. We beat the shit out of him. We knock him out. Place burns down completely
Your anger seems to reach a fever pitch as you continue to lash out at Mark, ignoring his pleas for mercy. Before long, he's lying unconscious on the ground, blood seeping from various wounds all over his body. The other members of the gym, shocked and horrified by what they've just witnessed, quickly disperse, leaving you alone with Mark's limp form.
A burning sensation starts to spread through your veins as adrenaline surges through your system.
Emily nods slowly, sniffling as she pulls her hand away to dry her eyes on the back of her sleeve. "Yeah...I mean, if that's what you want." She pauses for a moment before asking tentatively, "Do you think we can try and work things out?"
"No, I'm just gonna go find a busty Asian girlfriend. We can still be friends Em. We'll always have our Saturday Steaks."
Emily seems taken aback by your reply but doesn't protest further. Instead, she nods solemnly and stands up, grabbing her clothes from where they had been discarded on the floor. "Okay," she says softly as she pulls a shirt over her head. "I'll...see you later then."
Without another word, she exits the bedroom, leaving you alone to contemplate your actions and their consequences. As you hear the front door close behind her, you can't help but wonder if there will ever be a way back from this...and if either of you even want there to be.