Once up in Jennifer’s room, Alex eagerly turns to look at you. “You know what I’ve been needing? A punching bag. So now, you’re my punching bag.” Jennifer giggles at the thought.
Instantly, your mind feels lighter. You are a punching bag. Alex’s punching bag. You don’t talk. You don’t move. You’re just a punching bag, for Alex to punch and vent his anger onto.
Alex takes the opportunity to begin landing punches on you, laughing almost maniacally at how you make no attempt to stop it, just standing there and taking them.
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