Circle Ingrid and wait

The two circled each other for a moment. Korak kept his hands low, knowing she would cut at his arms and adopted a mobile gorila posture, knowing he needed time and space to avoid getting getting touched by her knife.

Ingrid ran her eyes over his body for a moment, then she attacked. Instead of attacking with the knife she aimed a left hook at his jaw, looking to surprise him.

Korak moved back and her punch hit only air. Ingrid however moved with the grace of a cat as she spun around and swiped the knife low. Korak felt the cut before he saw it. The knife had cut his abs left a bloody cut across his stomach.

With a gasp he held his stomach, feeling blood between his fingers.

Ingrid moved forward again. She let out a short shout and then her her left hand reached low between his thighs, grabbing a tight hold of his package through his loincloth.

''OOHHH!'' Korak let out as his testicles got squeezed between her fingers.

In agony he held on to her wrist to stop her from ripping his balls off.

A arrogant look was on Ingrid's face as she kept applying pressure, basking in the pain she was inflicting. She though about plunging the knife in his chest but waited.

She was going to kill him but not right away.