Sankaku!

There is nothing that I wish more than punishing this arrogant guy, and I know exactly how. There is a judo move called Sankaku, which allows you to scrissor your opponent's neck between your legs, and keep him still by pulling his arm. This is what I'll be doing to finish Jonathan. My hand snaps forward to grab his elbow and my legs climb up, ready to apply the painful hold. However, the guy's reflexes are quicker than I expected and his arms fight back; Jonathan sizes my hand and then lays his other wrist over my inner elbow, enfolding my left arm between his two. The pain soaring in my arm is difficult to describe, but it roughly feels like when you got stuck in a car door. I scream and lean back, instinctively fleeing the man who was the origin of that pain. But no matter as far back I go, my harasser follows me, and my breast now flees the solid masculine pecs advancing. I am flattened on my back, and Jonathan about to climb over my legs and sit on me. No...it can't be over like that. I recoil my legs, pushing as much as I can onto his chest to gain some distance. However, as soon as my toes touch his skin, the guy's expression turns naughty and resolute. "This is the last time that you lay a foot on me", he says, and then catches my ankle and go back, pulling my foot alongside.

The ensuing pain in my ankle and knee suggests the application a wrestling hold whose name and execution is unknown to me. I scream again, this time louder. This reminds me...no...it can't be...I'm whimpering like the girl in that video. I promised myself to never follow the same pattern and yet...yet Jonathan is too much for me. His muscles have squeezed all my legaments and bones for good, blending up tecnique and strength, and there is no part of my body spared. Why did I engage a man so large in ground fighting? Or it was my strategy flawed? It doesn't matter now. I feel that he is turning me upside down by the legs, and my face suddenly meets the floor. Tears of humiliation start to drop all over my face, as I realize that I have lost. My arms scratch the floor, vainly hoping to slip away somehow, but of course they fail. Jonathan bend my two elbows behind my back as they were feathers. Something really heavy drops between my shoulders, and I recognize the touch and weight of my opponent; Jonathan is pinning me down with his huge foot, not happy enough to see my arms hopelessly hanging behind my body.

I look in front of me. There is a mirror at the far end of that room, beyond the sofas. It displays an awful scene. At the mirror's top, just above the arm of the sofa, there is a young man, who is shining in the sun. He is handsome: the green eyes glow like emeralds, his face delicate and still masculine, the body skin springy and a bit tanned, his burly arms just perfectly paired with the ample chest. He is staring down at something quite unimportant. The bottom part of the mirror reveals the nature of that awkward object. She is a woman. Her face is purple for the humiliation and streamed with tears, while her messy hair is like a bush that she uses to hide. "Jonathan...you have defeated me...", I say, "I surrender, look at me, I cannot do anything...". He remains silent, though, and this reaction creeps me out. The male foot on me has become so heavy that I have problems breathing. "I retire my previous statement...", I continue, "You are really too strong for me...sorry for having questioned that...". He moves. From the mirror, I see that he goes above my head, always keeping my arms up. Then, he flumps over my head. The hit shocks me; the guy is resting his ass upon my head, and placing his feet just before my mouth. No, that's too nasty! My mouth sinks into his warm and sweaty soles. I kick my legs in the air, groaning pointlessly. A shiver quakes my back, as I guess what he has in storage for me.