#Chapter36

Kitchen Mayhem-01

I let out a low grunt as I aimed my fist to my punching bag. It swayed backwards, its hinges squeaking with the movement before retreating back to its original position.

Another punch followed by a third.

I watched as more dents are formed on its leather skin as a results from my anger fits.

Originally, I bought this bag to train but then it became a way to unleash all of my pent up anger.

"How dare they threaten me, and with a head none the less? Don't they know how freaky that is?" I growled lowly, all fear from yesterday disappearing and is replaced with...