Sin

Whack!

Whack!

I heard the sound of the punching bag as I thumped harder on it. The bag swirled and dust poured out of it, enveloping the area before it drifted out of the tall window.

“Arggg!” I yelled whilst punching harder. I could feel my hands giving out and my body weakened, yet I didn't stop.

The pain I had caused Artemisia was far worse than what I was feeling.

I reckon she was in the room, huddled somewhere crying herself to sleep, like every night.

Even though I was aware of all that I was doing to her. The pain I caused her for no reason. I...