It wasn't difficult to cripple a stranger. Ezra quickly nudged his ribs with his sharp elbows, then dropped the switchblade which had scraped the skin of his neck while parrying the stranger's attack to his face. The foreign man groaned in pain. He tried to reach his penknife which was thrown five yards from where he stood. But Ezra kicked his hand, then stamped his palm so hard that the man whimpered in pain and took off his hat."Damn you! Get your damn feet out of my hands.”“You still can't beat me, Meyer. You think pretending to be a badass in an elevator can trick me, huh?"'"Don't you want me to keep an eye on your lover's apartment?""Your disguise actually makes others misunderstand."“Arrghhh you are going to break my precious hand.”Meyer pounded Ezra's leg with his free hand, trying hard to brush Ezra's sole away from his almost flattened palm."And you suck so badly. You lost your precision and accuracy in attacking your opponent because you played around with your bitch

Sweat dripped onto the floor from his hair that fell around his forehead as Ezra bent his back to fill his lungs with oxygen. His whole body was drenched in sweat and glistening brown. Muscles bulged beneath his taut skin. But Ezra was still not done with his training. He punched the bag once again with more ferocity and brutality as if the bag was the source of all the anger he hated. He pummeled it, giving it all he had, then kicked it hard until the bag flew high into the air, and then swung back at it in a few hard swings until the bag finally slowed down. Ezra gasped again. He picked up a bottle of mineral water at the far end of the room, then splashed half of it onto his sweaty face. It feels good. His skin was cold, the sweat washed off his face. And he then emptied the bottle by drinking the entire contents very quickly. He threw the bottle into the trash can. It went in as smoothly as he was throwing a basketball into the hoop. Moments later Ezra heard clapping from the do

The sound of metal clashing against the concrete wall woke Mila up. Her curled eyelashes slowly opened and looked around the room to find the source of the sound that had disturbed her sleep. Mila's heart sank in fear when her eyes met the dark eyes of the terrorizer who was currently holding a knife tightly in his hand. Mila gulped nervously. She wanted to scream, but that surely would get her nowhere. She had an even better idea, to run as fast as she could out of her room before that mad terrorizer killed her. Mila quickly threw the blanket that wrapped her body and ran through the half-closed door of her room. The terrorizer notices her presence and chases behind her. The terrorizer brandished a knife while grinning evilly behind the half-mask he used to cover his nose up. He only left his mouth for Mila to see. But even his mouth is as scary as the whole mask he's wearing. The sound of his very loud shoe soles thumping on the carpeted floor as he chased Mila who ran away in fear

"Wake up. Time for us to talk." Mila was shivering with cold when the blanket was suddenly pulled roughly from her body. She curled up to the right, trying to find some more warmth, but her arms were suddenly pulled away and she was forced to sit up on her bed. "Open your eyes, Milla. Until when are you going to sleep, huh?” "Arghhh that hurts! Let go of my arm, Ezra.” "It's already eleven o'clock. You need to get up and we need to talk." “I only went to bed at three because I couldn't sleep. You should have given me more time to sleep.” "I have a lot of work and I can't just sit around waiting for you to wake up." "Then we'll talk later after you're done with your work." Mila's eyes were too heavy to open. It was as if there were two large stones in both of her eyelids preventing her from opening her eyes. But Ezra kept screaming beside her and shaking herself awake. "That's not all you woke up for. You also have to feed my son. Here is your milk." Mila frowned and slowly s

"Where's Ezra?" “Morning Milla.” Felix grinned broadly as he stared at the dining table. “It's even time for lunch. You're clearly making fun of me, aren't you?" Mila snorted indignantly. She had just finished taking a shower. She was soaking in the warm water for almost an hour because she overslept for a few minutes in the bathroom. The warm water relaxed her and she couldn't resist the temptation to fall asleep. She just woke up when she felt her body getting cold and she didn't even realize that her skin was wrinkled from being exposed to water for too long. She panicked a bit as she came out of the bathroom, then quickly got dressed. She thought Ezra would be angry because she took so long to take a bath. But when she went downstairs, she didn't find Ezra anywhere. Instead, she only found Felix in the kitchen, preparing lunch. “Nope. You have every right to take a longer sleeep anyway. You just had a bad night. How are you feeling now?” "Thanks. Pretty good. If Ezra was goin