Not completely

A cruel glint dances in the girl's eyes as she delivers a couple of stinging slaps to David's face, each one a painful reminder of his powerlessness. As David recoils from the impact, Sarah leans in close, her voice laced with a mix of sadistic pleasure and curiosity. "Tell me, David," she taunts, her words dripping down. "Is it true? Are you truly weaker than me, despite your age, your gender, and your size?" David, his face stinging from the blows, meets Sarah's gaze with a mix of defiance and resignation.

He knows that denying the truth will only prolong his torment, and so, with a heavy sigh, he concedes. "Yes," he admits, his voice laced with defeat. "I am weaker than you." Satisfied with his admission, Sarah's cruel smile widens, her thirst for power momentarily quenched. She releases her grip on David, allowing him to rise from his knees and retreat from the scene of his humiliation. As David walks away, a mixture of shame, anger, and a newfound understanding of his own limitations consumes him. He is left to grapple with the bitter realization that some battles cannot be won.