I reel back, lifting my fist higher, to aim for a more direct blow to his face, already swelling and covered in a mix of his blood and the cuts from my knuckles, from his teeth. I don’t feel it. Adrenalin fueling me like a monster, and I will keep going until he doesn’t breathe anymore, and the floor is red with the evidence of his demise. Nothing can dampen this fury and rage until he stops fucking living. I pull back and get ready to give it all I got, seeing only that face on the ...