I lock him into scissor hold after scissor hold, wrapping my legs around him and squeezing just enough to watch him squirm. Then I move to arm holds. Flexing around his throat. Pulsing my muscles while I tease him. Watching his eyes flutter. His body go weak. Over and over.

I tell him how easy it is to knock him out. How I'm barely even trying. How he hasn't felt my full strength yet. He begs. He trembles. He fades.

And when I finally give him everything? That's when he learns what real power feels like.

Think you could last longer than him?