The room was engulfed in a chilling silence, broken only by the sinister sound of brutality that played out within the locker room. The sickening thud of fists connecting with vulnerable flesh echoed through the air, each blow sounded painful .
*PUNCH!
The first strike landed in the stomach a burst of raw violence that seemed to shake the very foundation of his pitiful body
*PUNCH!
The second blow followed suit, the sound of knuckles colliding with flesh like a cruel joke, a relentless rhythm of paint that reverberated painful groan .
*PUNCH!
And then another punch on the solar plexus .The impact was ferocious, a targeted assault that seemed to steal the very breath from his own lungs. The force was enough to make even the strongest soul wretch and retch,
But despite all of this violence ,my face remained impassive as I administered my own brand of punishment.
Guk Kwan's pleas for mercy and his cries of pain fell on deaf ears. This was my revenge, a long-awaited settling of the score, and I wasn't about to show him any leniency.
I also noticed that the system was giving me more EXP when I felt stronger negative emotions towards my target. It's as if the more I disliked this person, the more benefits I received from the system. This new update is really amazing. I just realized that the official system is really the best.
*PUNCH!
I decided to continue with the punishment, but this time I was more deliberate with my actions. I controlled my punches, ensuring that I didn't inflict too much damage too quickly. It was important to me that he didn't lose consciousness just yet.
"I want you to do your best to stay conscious, no matter what." I issued a stern command, making it clear that, regardless of the circumstances, he was to do his utmost to stay awake and endure the pain.
[Suggestion: Success ]
His eyes started tearing up even more after I said those words, and his expression became even more pitiful.
*PUNCH!
*PUNCH!
'I better control my grin or I might end up going to the doctor for surgery because of how wide it is,' I chuckled to myself.
"UHHHMM...UMMMM." This time, it seemed he had learned his lesson, and he started nodding frantically. At this rate, he would even say he knew the answer if I asked him which comes first, the chicken or the egg.
"Good, good. It seems slapping you fixed that stupid head of yours," I laughed out loud as I pulled the cloth out of his mouth.
"If you shout, I will kill you," I warned.
[Suggestion: Success]
He abruptly paused after my warning .
"Now tell me my name. Every time you mess up, I will punch you," I taunted him, raising my fist to show him the punishment he will get if he mess up.
I could see the confusion swirling in his eyes as he struggled to piece everything together, but it was evident that connecting the dots to my identity was a challenging task for him.
"Please..."
*SLAP!
"My name is not Please," I sneered in contempt after hitting him in the face.
"What's my name?" I stretched my knuckles, trying to intimidate him further. This time he didn't speak immediately; the threat of me hurting him again had him too conscious.
*SLAP!
"My name is not Silence either," I slapped him again.
"You're really hopeless, why can't you remember a simple name?" I shook my head in disappointment.
"I don't want to keep hitting you, so just think, Guk Kwan, think." I offered some words of encouragement, but instead of showing gratitude, he began crying. What a crybaby.
"Alright, I'll give you a hint," I said, trying to jog his memory.
"Does toilet water taste good?" I asked sarcastically.