◜◡◝ . ֹ . 𑙖 ꯭𝗖𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋 𑙓

Your husband is a boxer, and you were right now loving fighting in the ring: It was very good, you could do it deduce from their tactics strength and agility of their movements. You didn't like seeing how people fought but it was you husband and you wanted to cheer him up everything was going well, it was winning without going over the top IIlimits (a series of words speak) rules in boxing and in this type of fighting), up to that a tension between you husband and the opponent appeared. You see them as the opponent He whispered things to her while I looked at you with "fun", " until you stopped seeing his look when your husband He threw a punch. His punches didn't stop and the coaches and the referee They were trying to separate them. When they succeeded you could see the face of the opponent full of blood. Your husband then came over to tell her something.

—"Don't talk like that again." about my wife or I swear that what I just did to you will be nothing in comparison with what I'll do to you, you bastard piece of shit".