"You think you've won something?" I grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up, slamming my fist into his face. Blood sprayed across the floor. "You think sending her to prison makes you victorious?"

His laughter was wet and gurgling, but it didn't stop. "I've already won. You're here beating me instead of being with her."

"You violated her privacy," Punch, "You made her feel unsafe," punch, "you masturbated to her picture..."

"And it felt amazing-" my fist cut off his stinky words. I hit ...