Redeem yourself with another test of strength

The way she handled you in the test of strength is still bother you. You must have taken it easier on her. You raise her hand inviting her to a rematch.

“Are you sure you want to do this,” she laughed, “you must enjoy getting humiliated by a girl.”

“Just give me your hands,” you reply angrily.

“If you say so,” she says gripping you with her powerful hands.

It doesn’t take long to realize that the last match wasn’t a fluke. She quickly **** our hands so they were at our waist level and our fingers were toward the floor. Then, in the blink of an eye, she twisted them back again, so they were at head height. In the movement, she **** your wrists slightly backward, giving her the leverage advantage. Once again she **** my hands further and further back, and you can’t help but cry out in pain. Again you are **** to your knees, but this time she continues press her advantage. “Let Go!!” you scream, “You’re breaking my wrists.” She keeps up the pressure another second, before mercifully letting your hands go. Your wrists are in agony. You fear they are sprained. She quickly sits astride you.

“I’m such a bad ass,” she brags as she flexes her muscles. Grabbing my wrists, but being careful not to bend them, she warns me, “I suggest you give it up and apologize. I’m starting to have fun kicking your pathetic ass, and you don’t want things to get out of hand.”