Sarah

Sarah strikes first, her leg launching a powerful kick towards Marcus's chest. But to her dismay, her kicks are met with his solid pecs, absorbing the impact without any visible signs of pain. Undeterred, she quickly shifts her focus to his legs, aiming her kicks at his knees, hoping to weaken his stance and gain an advantage. With each kick, Sarah puts all her strength into her attacks, but Marcus remains resolute, seemingly unaffected by the blows. His legs remain strong and steady, ready to retaliate against her audacity. As Sarah retreats after each kick, Marcus calmly and confidently advances, closing the distance between them with an eerie sense of purpose.

With each step forward, Sarah's heart pounds in her chest, her breathing growing more rapid as she realizes the futility of her attacks. She can feel the weight of Marcus's presence, his dominance becoming suffocatingly palpable. Yet, despite the mounting fear, she refuses to back down. She knows that surrendering would only lead to her demise. But as Marcus steadily closes in, a sense of dread begins to overtake Sarah. She can't help but notice the lack of pain or even flinching in his eyes. It's as if he relishes in her futile attempts, drawing pleasure from her **** struggle.