The Rematch

My boyfriend and I have a running bet on our weekend video game matches. The rules are always simple, but the stakes are high. Whoever loses the best-of-three series has to take a full-force penalty. Lately, we’ve gotten into a niche routine where the loser has to endure a direct, unprotected strike straight to the groin.

He’s usually pretty confident, but last night I absolutely destroyed his score in the final round. The moment the screen flashed victory, he dropped his controller and groaned, knowing exactly what was coming. He stood up in the middle of the living room, braced his feet, and looked at me with a mix of nerves and excitement.

I didn't hold back. I took a short step forward and delivered a swift, heavy kick right between his legs. The impact made a loud, satisfying thud. His eyes went wide, his breath completely caught in his throat, and he slowly collapsed forward onto his knees, groaning into the carpet. Watching him squirm and try to catch his breath from the sheer intensity of the pain was an absolute rush. He stayed down for a solid five minutes, completely helpless, while I just smiled and reminded him to get ready for next weekend.