Damien punched the door as he wheeled around to face Sadie, who was still on the ground.
“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!?” He shouted. “Do you have any idea how much of an absolute bitch you’ve been, you piece of bayou-bred trash!?”
The Fighter’s anger had become unglued at this point, letting Sadie know how he truly felt about her since his arrival on Ula’Ula, and during his war on SKULL.
“I don’t appreciate at all that you think I don’t know what the hell I was doing, then and now! I know full well what I was doing, going to war with you people! I know full well that I wanted to end this gang, once and for all! But did that happen!? No! I’m forced to join, and you decide to stab me and twist the knife in my chest! I bet you feel pretty proud of yourself now, do you!?”
Damien grabbed Sadie’s bad arm again, hoisting her up and threw her against the door, her back hitting it hard so she could face him. He was holding himself back from physically assaulting her and going for whipping her to the walls and doors to slam her. “You’re already pissing me off, just looking at you! You’re pathetic! I should plant you into this hard fucking floor with the DDT, maybe that’d be enough to convince you not to fuck with me!”
Damien’s hand slammed right next to her head on the door, as his eyes were just inches away from hers, letting her get a look at the raging fire inside his bright, blue eyes.
“No snappy comeback? Huh? What’s wrong, you don’t feel like hitting me like you did last time!?”
He slammed his hand again, banging the door.
“SAY SOMETHING, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!!!”
Her eyes widened, her fingers curling into tight fist, her teeth gritting so hard she felt they would crack under the pressure. His words continuing to pierce her, due to what little he really knew.
In the end, it wasn’t his fault for not knowing, Sadie never laid anything out there like he did. She never let her true intentions be known, due to fear and worry. But she should of known it would all come back crashing on her, such as it was now.
A cry of pain escaped her, only for the breathe to be knocked out of her as she was slung around like a rag doll. Trying her best to overcome the whiplash of his movements. Her bones aching, from the impacts, and her knees growing weak.
His yelling echoed in her head, causing her elbows to bend in some attempt to protect herself, wanting to cover her ears and block him out. As well as to take some force of the blows, But she couldn’t. Not with him so close, not with him pushing and demanding.
She opened her eyes, only for the pain to finally come flooding out. Her tears breaking her vision.
Her lip quivered as she went to say something, the banging next to ear too loud for her to hear herself. It was all too loud, it was all too much. The emotions he let flood out, seemed to echo against her’s, only to reveal her’s in another form of intensity.
“I was scared, Damien……I was so fucking scared….”
Her shoulders trembled, holding back the sobs in her throat. Feeling her knees buckle, Knowing if he wasn’t holding her she’d hit the ground.
Damien watched as she started to break down, feeling her weight almost shift into a limp as she started to cry. There was a lot about Sadie Damien never understood, especially since she always tried to be so coy and catty with him, trying to poke the Beedrill’s nest with him.
“You think I give a damn if you were scared!?” Damien’s relentless verbal assault never faltered. “I was on this close to getting my brains splattered by Guzma! He was a second away from killing me! And you wouldn’t have cared if he did! You would have jumped for joy if he ended my life! You and everyone else!”
Damien clenched his fist and cocked his arm, acting like he was about to hit her, before an index finger extended. “But you... you think you’re somehow better than me, do you? Is it because you don’t fight? You don’t hurt people? You’re a grunt who doesn’t do a damn thing for this gang, and I’ve killed people! I’ve killed idiots that pissed me off because it’s my job, and I liked it! Because Guzma knew who I was!”
Damien clenched the fist again and hit it against the door to drive the point home. “You think your crying is going to stop me from hitting that little face you hide in your hair?”
The Fighter’s lips curled into a sick smile, his teeth baring like a hungry Incineroar. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while, you husky bitch!”
Damien grabbed a handful of her hair and brought his arm back to slug her, before he saw what exactly her hair hid.
He knew the burn scars on her arm, leg and rib, but not the awful scar on her face.
Damien was thrown in a loop, his arm still cocked back for a punch, but his face was bemused, nearly perplexed, even.
