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.

second floor,

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

it, knowing that he was in no form or shape to

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

the instant he heard his little sister's high-pitched terrified scream,

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

what he felt, Grace's panicky voice kept penetrating his eardrums akin to sharp swords piercing his

stop, stop, god,

Noah's eyes get duller and duller like his soul was being ruptured apart

with his soul, seeming like his mind had turned off

nothing much to be done...Noah could

close an eye to the

silent as the night, Noah stood up on his feet. His eyes were wide open but at the same time, there was nothing

his pocket and held

even though

second floor,

was open and Grace's yells were

nanny's raging voice

nothing but beeping noise, canceling everything

of there, you little

stood before his bedroom's door, the first thing he saw was the nanny lying

under the bed while peeking with her head almost

voice was picked

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

was

from the back as silent as cat and tightened his grasp on the

in at the nanny's neck akin to a vulture

kicked in, forcing her to turn around

making her unable to react in

Psspspspspsp!!

was lodged entirely inside...Because