You lie on the ground, battered and bruised, struggling to catch your breath. I stand over you, a smug smile on my face as I admire my handiwork. Your once-proud body is now a mess of welts and bruises, a testament to the beating I've given you. You try to push yourself up, but your arms shake and give out, sending you crashing back to the floor.I laugh, the sound echoing through the room. 'Not so tough now, are you?' I taunt, circling you like a predator. 'You thought you could take me on, but you were wrong. So very wrong.' I kick your side, eliciting a groan of pain.'Stay down, little one. You're no match for me.' I tower over you, my massive frame casting a shadow, reminding you of your defeat and my dominance.