Supremacy Games

"You are really asking for it, shitty brat!" Infuriated, the nanny snapped immediately after being called miserable and struck him with metal soup spoon right in the face!

Thud!!

Noah got thrown back to the kitchen counter from the force...Blood started to seep through his noose akin to a broken water tap.

The nanny's mind was already clouded with nothing but fury to think for a second that hitting Noah in the face was going to be much harder to cover.

She simply kept striking him over and over again, venting on all of her built-in frustration for the past weeks on him.

As for Noah? He covered his head and curled into a ball again, trying to defend his vitals.

The moment the beating started, he completely forgot the kitchen knife in his pocket or his plan to retaliate.

Pain and fear consumed his mind, making it impossible for him to go as far as stab the nanny.

Who could blame him? Even most adults wouldn't have the courage to retaliate against their abusers.

If it was that easy, cases of domestic abuse would lessen and be replaced with news of men or women getting killed by their spouses.

Terror was a powerful tool that was hard to overcome for anyone.

After a couple of minutes, the nanny finally exited her frenzied blackout and started huffing in exhaustion.

The first thing she did was check on Noah...When she saw that the only obvious wound was his bloody nose, she relaxed her shoulders.

"Not opening your big mouth now, huh?" The nanny turned him around with her foot, making Noah's expression get twisted in pain.

All of his injuries were bruises that get easily aggravated by a mere breeze.

"You're lucky I don't have my belt on me." The nanny gave him one last cold stare before walking away.

Hearing her retreating footsteps, Noah was forced to fight through the pain and lift his head slightly.

her climbing the stairs to the second floor, his heart fell to

it, she can't do it.' Noah kept trying to convince himself that the nanny wasn't going after his

that he was in

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

little sister's

"Brother!!! Brother!! Stay away!!!"

penetrating his eardrums

please stop, stop, god, please

and duller like his soul was being ruptured apart and pulled forcefully

seeming like his mind had turned off his pain sensors just to

be done...Noah could ignore and tolerate everything that happen to

an eye to the sound of

eyes were wide open but at the same time, there was nothing in

reached his hand inside his pocket and held the kitchen knife

it even though his legs and

second floor, he continued his walk towards his

open and Grace's yells

even the nanny's raging voice

but beeping noise, canceling

of there,

first thing he saw was the nanny lying

her arms stretched under the bed while peeking with her head almost

picked from

his full mental capacity, he would have sighed in relief by the sight, knowing

was already

back as silent as cat and

akin to a vulture and hurled himself without a single thought

instincts kicked in, forcing her to turn around

her unable to react in time even when her

Psspspspspsp!!

lodged entirely inside...Because the knife