The door to the gym creaked open, the hinges groaning in protest as I sauntered in. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a single flickering bulb hanging precariously above the ring. I scanned the room, my eyes sharp and predatory, searching for my target.
And there he was, cowering in the corner like a frightened mouse. A catboy, if I wasn't mistaken. Petite and trembling, with wide, frightened eyes that gleamed in the darkness. Perfect.
I approached him slowly, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I took in his pathetic display. He flinched at the sound of my footsteps, his tail tucking between his legs as he tried to make himself as small as possible. I couldn't help but laugh at his weakness.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I taunted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I swung my fist without warning, connecting with his stomach with a satisfying crunch. He let out a pained cry, falling to his knees as he gasped for air.
I towered over him, my fists clenched at my sides as I reveled in the thrill of the fight. "Beg for mercy, you little mouse," I commanded, my voice low and menacing.
He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, his bottom lip quivering as he whimpered, "Please...stop..."
I scoffed at his weakness, my eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, but where's the fun in that?" I said, before delivering another swift punch to his face. His nose gushed blood, splattering across the floor as he crumpled to the ground.
I kicked him while he was down, my laughter echoing through the empty gym as I continued my assault. He screamed and begged for me to stop, but I was too caught up in the thrill of the fight to listen. I grabbed him by the throat, squeezing tightly as his face turned red and his claws dug into my forearms.
I threw him across the room, his small body slamming into the punching bag with a loud thud. He tried to crawl away, but I grabbed him by the tail, dragging him back towards me. I sat on his face, my weight crushing him beneath me as he let out a muffled cry.
I ground my hips against his face, feeling a surge of pleasure as I cut off his air supply. "This is what you get for being so weak," I whispered in his ear, before leaning down to deliver a final, crushing blow.
He lay there, unconscious and broken, as I stood up and brushed off my hands. I sauntered out of the gym, a satisfied smile on my face as I left the pathetic catboy behind.
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