The progress

Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

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WARNING! Violence trigger. Read at your own discretion.

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I barely got a glimpse of my elongated claw-like nails when the man slapped me, and my head swung to the side violently. The momentum of that hit affected the rest of my body and I was falling.

What happened to my strength? Why am I back to being a ragdoll? Wasn't I pushing him away with ease just a moment ago?

Instead of letting me fall, he grabbed my left arm and yanked me up.

On instinct, I clawed at him. My sharp nails sliced through his firm chest like it was tofu, leaving gory gashes behind.

He whimpered for a moment before growling and then he slapped me again at an angle that made me bang the back of my head in the wall.