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I tried desperately to think of what to do next.

My mind was racing a mile a minute, throwing out options like a malfunctioning computer. Punch him right in his stupid, taunting face?

Nah, I instantly kicked against that idea. The man wouldn't even feel it.

Wayne was incredibly bulky, broad-shouldered, and packed with solid muscle. He seriously looked like he was built entirely out of stone instead of actual flesh and blood like normal human beings. If I punched him, I’d probably just end up fracturing every single bone in my hand while he stood there and smirked at me.

I quickly thought of option number two—scream for...