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Sasha panted wildly. Her hands rested on her upper thighs and her mouth hung open, sucking in as much oxygen as possible. "Fuck.." She cursed softly as she gingerly straightened and flexed her fingers. Her own knuckles were bloodied, bruised and already beginning to swell from the beating they'd just delivered. She stared dispassionately at the crumpled body beneath her. The woman's whole face was swollen, as if she was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, and her mocha brown skin was riddled with cuts and beginning to discolor. Both of her eyes were black, her nose was crooked, quite possibly broken, and one of her two front teeth had been knocked loose and was lost somewhere in her front yard. The collar of her maroon scoop neck shirt had been stretched to the waistband of her sweatpants and her chest, which was also covered in scratches and blood, was exposed. Where the lawn should have been grass there was only dirt, and now, post ruckus, a cloud of it hung about lazily in the air. It covered the woman on the ground like a blanket and appeared in stains on Sasha's black shirt and the knees of her jeans.
Large chunks of blonde hair and scraps of black hair blew around them in the wind as blood dripped steadily from Sasha's mouth down onto the nearly lifeless body beneath her. She winced slightly as her tongue ran across her lip and discovered it had been split. Despite this, the black-haired woman smiled wickedly, and with some effort pushed herself back to standing. Her leg kicked lamely at the woman she'd just been straddling, and she heard a soft groan. Good, the bitch isn't dead, Sasha thought as she straightened her hands over her hair and then stuffed her own breasts back into their rightful position, hidden beneath her shirt. Once that was done, she brushed at her torso and then her knees, clearing the dirt, as her tongue ran over her teeth to make sure they were all still accounted for. Satisfied she'd made it out relatively unscathed, Sasha cleared her throat obnoxiously, and hawked a blood red wad of spit and mucous onto the ground beside the woman before turning on her heel and heading back for the sidewalk.
On her way, Sasha stooped down to grab the half-eaten bag of original Lays she'd dropped in her hurry over to the loudmouth hag. She shook the dirt from outside of the bag before reaching two dirty fingers in and withdrawing one of the salted morsels. The chip was halfway to her mouth before she paused and glanced toward the body, "Next time, before you run that big fuckin mouth'a yours and come up off that porch.. make sure you really wished a bitch would.." Sasha warned before popping the chip into her mouth with an exaggerated smack and limping off.
Large chunks of blonde hair and scraps of black hair blew around them in the wind as blood dripped steadily from Sasha's mouth down onto the nearly lifeless body beneath her. She winced slightly as her tongue ran across her lip and discovered it had been split. Despite this, the black-haired woman smiled wickedly, and with some effort pushed herself back to standing. Her leg kicked lamely at the woman she'd just been straddling, and she heard a soft groan. Good, the bitch isn't dead, Sasha thought as she straightened her hands over her hair and then stuffed her own breasts back into their rightful position, hidden beneath her shirt. Once that was done, she brushed at her torso and then her knees, clearing the dirt, as her tongue ran over her teeth to make sure they were all still accounted for. Satisfied she'd made it out relatively unscathed, Sasha cleared her throat obnoxiously, and hawked a blood red wad of spit and mucous onto the ground beside the woman before turning on her heel and heading back for the sidewalk.
On her way, Sasha stooped down to grab the half-eaten bag of original Lays she'd dropped in her hurry over to the loudmouth hag. She shook the dirt from outside of the bag before reaching two dirty fingers in and withdrawing one of the salted morsels. The chip was halfway to her mouth before she paused and glanced toward the body, "Next time, before you run that big fuckin mouth'a yours and come up off that porch.. make sure you really wished a bitch would.." Sasha warned before popping the chip into her mouth with an exaggerated smack and limping off.