The awful awkwardness that comes afterwards.

You kneel there, face in the dirt, for a decent while, to make sure that Duncan is actually now finished with you, and not going to punish you for disrespecting him again when you move.

The moment when you are certain he's done is when you hear your own voice - he's playing back the recording he just made.

"Mercy, please mercy. I submit!" You sob in the video.

You stand up and wipe enough dirt from your face to be able to see. Duncan's looking away from you, and you can see his phone screen over his shoulder.

"Turn round and look up at me." Duncan says in the recording.

The face that looks up at you is one of the most shameful sights you've ever seen. Tears flow like rivers from your eyes, snot streams from both of your nostrils, and you're dribbling uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for disrespecting you." You see your pathetic face cry. "I'll never disrespect you again."

You cringe at the sight of it. You look utterly broken, just like he wanted.

Duncan pauses his playback of his recording, and turns to you, with a satisfied smirk on his face.

His face darkens when he sees you standing behind him.

"You're up already?!" He observes stroppily. "Aww man!"

"What's the big deal with that? We're clearly done here." You reply, just as angrily, still trying to scrape soil off your face.

"When my dad's done breaking a bitch, he says they can't even bring themselves to move for at least 5 minutes, usually longer." He fumes. "I guess I still have more training to do, if I want to be as powerful as him one day."

He looks up at the sky, or rather where it would be if you weren't under tree cover, and clenches a fist. He looks like a ridiculous parody of a cartoon protagonist.

"Do you not hear how ridiculous and cringeworthy that sounds?" You say flatly.

"Can it, slut." Duncan spits back. "Nobody cares what you think."

"Hey, if my forfeit is over, shouldn't you be returning to shy, stuttering, can't-talk-to-girls Duncan?" You point out.

"What, with you? Um, no offence, but you're covered in muck and still have my cum on your butt. You look more like a Nidoqueen than a human."

"NO OFFENCE?" You screech.

Duncan just shrugs. "Also, your my first ever 'bitch'. That's an unshakable truth that neither of us will ever escape from. It's a unique bond that-"

"You fucked me in the ass until I cried." You interrupt his ridiculous speech. "It's not poetry. It was a trainer forfeit. Nothing special."

Duncan continues to ignore you. "From now on, whenever you get a good hard ass-ruining, you'll think to yourself 'at least it wasn't as bad as what Duncan did.' And you'll be thinking of me."

"God, I hope not." You make no attempt to hide your disgust.

The perverted, delusional nerd makes no attempt to leave you alone as you go through the slow, awkward process of removing as much dirt and mud from your body as possible and then redonning your clothes.

"You'll think to yourself 'He couldn't make me beg for mercy the way Duncan did. He didn't make me his bitch. I'm so proud of myself. Only Duncan can make me his bitch. I'm Duncan's bitch. Duncan is the true champion of my butthole... Of my whole body. I hope I bump into him again, so he can remind me what it feels like to be truly pounded into submission. Maybe next time, he'll bitch-break my cervix instead, and knock me up with his hot, virile spunk. And then I can give birth to a little Duncan Junior, who can grow up to break other bitches like me, just like his father and grandfather.'" Duncan shows a complete lack of awareness of how unimpressed you are by his ridiculous tirade.

"Look, whatever." You say to him. "You have your weird nerd fantasies, I can't stop you. Just please tell me you're not going to send that video to your friends."

Duncan shrugs. "I told you, I don't really have any friends. I have already sent it to my dad, though."

"Oh geez... Is... Is he the kind of guy to share it around?" You ask anxiously.

Duncan shrugs. "I dunno. He doesn't really have many friends either."

I wonder why, if he's just a more **** version of you.

"Okay, well, good."

You don't feel like talking to this man for one more second than you need to, so now that you're dressed, you just start pushing through the bushes back to the path, without so much as a wave goodbye.

Unfortunately, when you return to the path, he's still right behind you.

"Please don't tell me you plan to follow me from now on." You groan.

"Why would I do that?" He sounds confused. "I'm done with you. I was just heading back to this path, same as you."

"...Oh." You say flatly. "Good."

There are some very complex emotions running through your head with every moment that you interact with the man who just so mercilessly abused your asshole against your will. It's making it hard to think rationally, and leaving you sounding like a bit of an idiot every time you open your mouth.

"Say, you're out of useable Pokemon now, right? So that means that any trainers who find you from now on are just going to be able to freely claim you as their prize."

He chuckles.

"If you're trying to head to Pewter City today, you might need some burn heal for that ass by the time you get there, haha."

Every moment you spend near this man is further darkening your mood.

"I'm going to go this way now." You almost say 'to find my friend', but think better of it - if Duncan learns that there's another newbie female trainer down this path, he might tag along in order to 'break' her too.

"That's the wrong way." Duncan offers helpfully. "It's a dead end. That's the way to Pewter, and that's the way back to Viridian."

"I'm going to go this way." You say again, just as flatly.

You slowly walk away from your latest assailant, trying to keep your gait as normal-looking as possible, despite the sore, weakened ring of muscle between your buttocks sending little sparks of pain to your brain with each step you take.