Smashed

Alice watched the tears spill from Alisha's eyes, observing how she forced them out, almost as if she were challenging him. It both frustrated and intrigued him that his presence alone couldn't elicit genuine tears, especially after what she had done—leaving him. It felt like she was poking at his ego with her fake tears.

He couldn't deny finding her tears somewhat cute, but the way she looked, it was exaggerated.

“Sweetheart, that's not how you cry. Let me show you,” Alice's voice dripped with malice as he grabbed Alisha's hair and forcefully slammed her head into the wall, not exerting too much force but enough to leave her with a concussion.

“Ahhh!” Alisha cried out in pain, feeling her face scrape against the rough surface of the wall.

Alice pressed his body against hers, his aroused state evident as his hands tangled in her hair and pinned one of her hands behind her back. The side of Alisha's head began to bleed from the impact.

“See, I told you. If you don't cry, you're going t