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.

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

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

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

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

sister's high-pitched terrified scream,

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

kept penetrating his eardrums akin to sharp swords

stop, please stop, stop, god,

get duller and duller like his soul was being ruptured

away with his soul, seeming like his mind

nothing much to be done...Noah could ignore and tolerate

an eye to the sound

feet. His eyes were wide open but at

reached his hand inside his pocket and held the kitchen knife in

staircase and climbed it even though his legs and thighs were packed with purplish

the second floor, he continued his

door was open and Grace's yells were still resounding

nanny's raging voice

Noah heard nothing but beeping noise,

of there, you little

his bedroom's door, the first thing he saw was the nanny lying on her stomach next

while

was picked from underneath the

have sighed in relief by the sight,

he was already

approached the nanny from the back as silent

in at the nanny's neck akin to a vulture

The nanny's instincts kicked in, forcing

she was a mere nanny in her forties, making her unable to react

Psspspspspsp!!

of her neck until it was lodged entirely inside...Because the knife wasn't removed, blood didn't gush out but leaked through the