Dystopia
She let him stand up and, with a frank smile, back up to hit, ready to strike.
(5 weak kicks, 10 normal kicks)
She approached him, put her hands on his shoulders and striked his gonads with his knee molded by her jeans.
(1 very hard punch)
« Oh, sorry, did I hurt you? Really ? Already ? I wonder what you feel: get out of a tank, see the light, breathe the air for the first time, and discover that you are a man with these things between the legs.»
He is folded in half. She got on all fours to keep her gaze with him, falsely compassionate.
« Oops. Still a man ? I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't want to hit so hard. »
Suddenly, she hit her crotch with her fist. The genetically modified slave kept the legs apart and left its crotch accessible for the time of the burst, making itself more than ever intended that it is literally programmed to accommodate suffering, then collapsed.
(10 normal punch)