You don't want to get killed, you give into her demands

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” you concede. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“OK then, pucker up,” she demanded. As she moves her butt toward your face, you know what you need to do.

Not wanting to anger her further, you immediately swallow your pride and kiss her powerful butt. “That’s a good boy,” she laughed. “I think you’ve learned a valuable lesson about how treat women, haven’t you.”

You nod obediently.

“Now unless you need another lesson, I don’t want to see you at the gym on Friday nights anymore. Understand.”

You again nod in agreement.

Before she leaves, she quickly fires a hard punch straight into your stomach. You collapse to the ground coughing. “I thought you could use one last reminder,” she laughed. You heard her walk out the door as you lay doubled over on the ground.

“I really am a pathetic bitch you think to yourself as you nurse your wounded body.”