Sin

Whack!

Whack!

The sound of the punching bag could be heard as it was thumped harder. The bag swirled and dust poured out of it, enveloping the area before it drifted out of the window.

"Arggg!" I yelled whilst punching harder. I could feel my hands giving out and my body weakened, yet I didn't stop.

The pain I had caused Artemisia was far worse than what I was feeling.

I reckon she was in the room, huddled somewhere crying herself to sleep, like every ...