Master of Lust

Chapter - 162

"Alright, you big lug, show me what you got!" Rick taunted, eyes blazing with defiance at the towering man, a total dimwit in his book.

The guy was already seething, Zack's reckless driving and insults had lit the fuse, but when Rick joined in with his own jabs, it was like throwing gasoline on a fire.

The goon was a ticking time bomb, his whole body vibrating with fury like a live wire. His face was a raging inferno, flushed red, and he was sucking in air like a drowning man. His veins bulged, his knuckles turned white as he balled up his massive fists.

"Hraa", With a primal roar, he charged at Rick, fists swinging like wrecking balls. But Rick, as cool as a cucumber, saw it all coming. He sidestepped the punch with the grace of a dancer, leaving the goon flailing and off balance. The goon careened forward, smashing his head into the door behind Rick with a sickening thud.

"Ahhh!,"The goon let out a guttural scream, a mix of anger and agony echoing through the room. His eyes blazed with fury as he locked onto Rick, who stood there with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. Pain throbbed in his knuckles, but it was nothing compared to the insult he felt, watching Rick effortlessly sidestep his attack.

His blood boiled, nostrils flaring as he ignored the ache in his head, fueled solely by rage. With a primal roar, he hurled himself at Rick, heedless of any strategy or finesse. His only focus was on pounding his adversary into the ground, fueled by raw, unadulterated fury.

As his feet heavily pounded the floor he rushed towards Rick with his head lowered and arms pumped like piston, like a charging bull. This was what his pea sized brain excelled at - brute force.

Rick, as always, was lightning quick, dodging the goon's wild swings with effortless grace, and with a swift, resounding crack, he delivered a spank to the goon's rear end that could've echoed through the ages. The force of it sent the enraged wrecking ball hurtling forward, a force of destruction fueled by pure, unbridled fury.

Zack, unfortunate soul caught in the path of this human battering ram, was bulldozed to the ground with a gut-wrenching thud, the impact reverberating through the very bones of the building.

The scene unfolded like a chaotic symphony, with bodies crashing and limbs flailing in a grotesque dance of violence. Amidst the chaos, Rick's voice cut through the madness like a sharp blade, his words dripping with a potent mix of authority and exasperation.

"You two are making a damn mockery of yourselves," he bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand thunderstorms. "Flailing around like a pair of toddlers throwing a tantrum. Have you forgotten where you are? This ain't no back-alley brawl; it's a goddamn hospital, for crying out loud!"

His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as he surveyed the wreckage before him, "If you're still itching for a scrap," he continued, his tone dripping with challenge, "Find me later, and I'll gladly show you what a real fight looks like. Your father will not disappoint you."

Rick's taunt was like salt on their bruised ego. Zack was not ready to leave yet, not without beating Rick, not without humiliating him to the point where he would beg for his mercy. He thought Rick has been lucky so far and his goon can still bit him.

Rolling on the floor in pain, he kicked the goon. "Get up and finish him! Don't miss this time!"

"Yes boss!", the goon said in laboured breath and got up from the floor. He positioned his arms and then took a swing, but Rick quickly countered and landed a powerful punch on the goon's face.

The goon groaned in pain. He stared at Rick with shock and disbelief. When he first saw Rick, he was sure that either Rick would get scared and beg for mercy or he would be on his knees in seconds, but the exact opposite was happening. His ego shattered after Rick's punch landed on his punch. He was shaken and kept staring at Rick with burning anger.

"What? Are you going to cry now? Oooh! Is the big baby going to complain to mama now?"

Rick taunted the goon which angered him even more. The goon, even more determined, tried to smash Rick's face. Rick, quickly picked up an empty tray and blocked the blow and hit the goon's face with the tray. Blood started to flow out of the goon's broken nose and mouth.

Seeing his goon getting beaten by Rick, Zack was getting angry and restless. While Rick was focused on the goon, Zack thought he could take Rick from behind. He moved behind Rick, but before he could make a move Rick swung his arm back to sucker punch the goon but his elbows hit Zack's face and broke his nose.

"Damn it!" Zack's cry of agony echoed through in the room.

Rick chuckled darkly, a twisted smirk playing on his lips. "Aw, poor baby's hurting already? I am not even trying and you guys are already bleeding. This is not fun! Come on, try harder!"

Zack's blood boiled at the taunt, his adrenaline pumping, drowning out the pain. Without a second thought, he lunged at Rick, his fists clenched tight.

"Get him, Zack! Knock his teeth out!" someone shouted from the sidelines, their voice muffled by the intensity of the brawl.

Seizing the opportunity, one of Rick's lackeys aimed for a devastating blow. Muscles tensed, he launched himself forward, aiming for Rick's gut. But in a split-second maneuver, Rick spun around, dodging the attack with a calculated ease.

The force of the kick landed squarely on Zack's back, sending shockwaves of agony rippling through his body. He crumpled to the ground, the air knocked out of his lungs in a guttural wheeze. "Fuck!"

"Sorry boss! I didn't mean to…" The guy stammered out, his voice trembling.

"You absolute prick! Deal with him already!" Zack spat through clenched teeth, each word a growl of agony.

With a snarl, the guy swung around to face Rick, rage boiling beneath his skin.

"Wasn't me, pal, blame it on someone else for a change," Rick smirked, a glint of defiance in his eyes.

The guy lunged at Rick, fingers clawing for his throat, but Rick reacted fast, delivering a swift kick straight to the guy's junk. The guy doubled over, groaning in agony as pain shot through him.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you? Take the L and scram!" Rick barked, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Yet, the guy refused to relent, grabbing hold of Rick's leg with a death grip and yanking him down with a force that sent Rick crashing into Zack.

"Shit! Son of a bitch!" Zack howled in pain.

As Rick tried to scramble to his feet, the dude yanked him clear of Zack's grasp. Snatching up a stray tray, he had this wild look in his eyes, like he was about to go all berserker on Rick. But Rick wasn't having any of it. He snagged an IV dripper stand in a split second and swung it like he was aiming for a home run. WHAM!

That tray-wielding maniac's head got a brutal taste of metal, and the sound was like a symphony of chaos.

Dude stumbled back, seeing stars and hearing bells like he just stepped into a heavyweight boxing match. He staggered around the room like a drunken sailor on a rocky sea, bumping into walls and knocking over equipment. Meanwhile, Rick was shaking off the daze, trying to regroup.

But that psycho wasn't done yet. Oh no, he had to go and make things even worse. He sauntered over to Zack, who was already in agony, and stomped on his hand with a sickening crunch. Zack howled like a wounded animal, collapsing to the ground in a heap of pain, while the man just sat there.

"Tell me Zack! Why are you actually here? Do you have a humiliation kink? You come up to me again and again only to be humiliated. Be honest with me, you are enjoying being humiliated, aren't you?'Rick laughed at Zack.

"And this guy? This poor idiot, does he have the same kink?", Rick continued taunting Zack and his goon.

The man got up from the ground, not yet ready to surrender and prepared himself to attack Rick.

"Aw! You are so cute when you are angry. Are you ready to go through all this pain for Zack? Do you really love him that much?"

Before Rick could finish, the man charged towards him in an insane rage. He lunged a kick but Rick got hold of his leg and flipped him down.

"Why don't you understand dude? Just give up!"

Rick gave a hard kick to his stomach and to his head to make sure he stayed on the floor.

Meanwhile Zack got up, controlled his pain and was ready to attack, with a delusion that he could still defeat him. He picked up a syringe and rushed towards Rick to stab him. But he stumbled on the IV dripper and went crashing on to the ground with a loud thud. For a moment, silence followed. And soon, Zack squirmed in pain.

Rick turned to Zack.

"Dude! Today is not your day. Just get out of here and forget everything. Even if you beat me, Amanda will not come back to you. She has already moved on. So, it is for the best if you get out of here and move on with your life."

While Rick was trying to reason with Zack, the goon got back again. Pumping with adrenaline and sheer anger, he forgot pain and reasoning. He rushed towards Rick and kicked him in the back.

Rick tumbled and fell on the ground but quickly collected himself and got up.

"Okay, assholes. Seems like you won't listen to reasons. I tried to reason with you but you seem to be brainless morons!"

The man charged again, Rick picked up the tray and smashed his face. The man ignored the pain and madly swung his arms. Rick got down and began hitting his knees. It didn't take long to bring the mad brute to his bleeding knees.

The man, still in vain, tried to grab Rick but he easily got out. Rick laughed!

"Don't you understand! You are defeated! You are done ! You should have given up!"

And he stomped his hands with his legs . The man's painful cry echoed through the room but Rick was felt no empathy towards him.

After he was done he Rick grabbed him by his hair. "Get ready for a long nap!"

He kicked his gut and then gave a swift kick to his head. The men crashed to the ground with a thud.

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