Suicide and Redemption

That was it. A small moment, but even Conza :ould see that Minerva slightly panicked and faltered when the threat of a bite came along. It was just a glimmer of hope.

Conza was then lifted up into the air and onto the shoulders of Minerva. He made a small cry before shouting out even louder. "N-No....! What I understand is t-that you are going to break m-my back if this goes on for any longer!" He struggles around in the deadly torture rack.

Minerva chuckled at the boy’s comment. “You worry that I’ll break your back, and you know I could easily do so if I wished, yet you continue to disobey and resist me? If I wasn’t already convinced you were a fool, that would’ve done it.”

After a few more seconds of applying the torturous hold, Minerva leaned forward and flung Conza’s body down onto the mat, then walked over to his phone and kicked it out of the ring before walking back over to the boy. “Well? Anything to say for yourself?”

Conza was dropped onto the floor, where he rolled a few times. Laying on his stomach, he watches her kick the phone away. "Y-You're a bitch..." He hisses out at Minerva. He continued to sentence himself to more and more doom. But at this point he was too angry to realize it.

His phone clatters on the floor. Conza struggled back up onto his feet and put his hands up. "Im n-not going to take this laying down..."

“Tsk, tsk. You’re quite a slow learner, aren’t you?” she replied while moving toward him. “You’re going to take it however I want you to take it. You’ll thank me for it. And you’ll beg for the privilege to worship me. That I promise you, Conza.”

Clearly unintimidated by the boy’s anger as he put his hands up, the Dane chuckled and raised hers as well. “Come on, then. Give it your best shot.”

"W-Why dont you just find someone that likes the abuse?" Conza questions. It would have made more sense for someone so sadistic to find someone equally masochistic, right? The small man goes for a few punches towards the stomach and chest area of Minerva.

“Oh, I’ve done that quite a bit. But no one like that invited me into their home today, did they?” Minerva replied with a small laugh. Then when he threw his punches, the Dane brought her arms in for a guard. His fists hammered against her, but the raven haired sadist showed no sign that they were having any noticeable effect.

When the last punch came in, Minerva lashed a hand out to catch his wrist and hold it in place. She’d then pivot her hip into Conza’s body while pulling his arm over her shoulder, attempting to flip the boy over her and dump him onto the mat.

He got flipped hard onto the canvas. Conza shot back up, knowing he cant be on the ground for too long. He throws his leg towards hers to try and trip her up. "None of them have the patience I do...!" He was hoping to knock her down, but that wasnt likely. He wouldnt wven know what to do if he was successful.

“Perhaps, but they’re certainly not half as naive either.” Minerva replied with a chuckle, before the boy’s leg struck against her own. Another bad move on his part. At least he tried, but in the end all he’d accomplished was giving Minerva another reason to toss him around some more.

She reached down to grab his legs and tucked them under her arms, then began to turn in place, elevating him off the mat and spinning him around with a giant swing. Ten times she’d swing the small boy around before finally letting go, tossing him onto the mat once more.

He wasnt even knocked down. She just picked him up and started to swing him around. Conza began to yell out as his body was spun in the giant's swing. He became dizzy from the swing, as when he came down he came down hard.

"Mgh....F-Fuck..." He cursed. Conza tried to get back up once more, but was struggling hard to do so.

Minerva rested her hands on her hips, and simply stood there watching Conza as he slowly struggled to pick himself back up. Only once he was up past his knees would she then move toward him again.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to get up.” Minerva taunted. And as she drew near, the Dane would throw her foot out with a big, shoving front kick at Conza’s chest, intending to launch him backward into one of the corners of the ring.