KICK AFTER KICK AFTER KICK
She stands in front of him and she just starts kicking. And then she keeps kicking. The first one lands low and he folds. The second catches him before he's recovered. The third one he's still trying to breathe through when it hits. She has no pattern...that's the whole point. He can't brace, because he can't predict. He can only take it. Close on the impact. The blunt thud of her foot landing square on his balls, over and over, each one flattening him a little more. She changes it up...toe poke, flat sole, instep, the occasional savage little flick that looks light and lands like a hammer. She pauses sometimes just long enough to let him think it's over. Then: kick. Kick. Kick. Right back into it. Every time he straightens up she takes that as an invitation. Every time he groans she takes that as applause!!! WARNING: THIS CLIP IS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC; VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!!!