You laugh as she suffers

Heel: +2

You can see through the crack in the door she's lying stomach down, talking to a doc. Bruises run from her calves to her ass from all the hits you scored on her legs. You couldn't help but let a smile grow on your face as you see them. I bet she's in a lot pain right now, you muse as the doc, a black woman in a dress and lab coat, explains, "It's gonna be at least two weeks, then the swelling will go down enough for you start working out again."

Good, you think, suffer more. You think of the perfect way to rub it in that little bit more.

You laugh, you give a boisterous laugh, and loudly walk away from the door. You want her to know you heard that last bit and you're certain she did, cause you hear, "CUNT!" shouted from the room.