A mad man

Honey Bell bit down unexpectedly hard, forcing him to push her away in pain.

"Bitch! Is that what I told you to do, ahhh," he cried out.

"But you told me to pleasure you like a lollipop. That's exactly what I do to a lollipop."

"Is my member a lollipop to you?" he asked, still holding onto his member in discomfort.

Honey Bell moved closer to him, a determined look in her eyes. "Isn't it?" she asked, her voice filled with defiance.

"You must be out of your mind to think I am some kind of slut," she kicked him hard in the groin once again, and he shouted in pain.

"How satisfying it is to hear you cry, but that's not enough," she pulled out her pepper spray, holding it close to his member.

"Don't, please... Ahhhh!" he yelled, fear evident in his voice.

Honey Bell laughed heartily before swiftly making her way out of the room.

Loud pop beats echoed from the bartender's table as Honey bell's friends continued to have a great time.

"We need to leave now," she announced with urgency in her voice.

"Why? We're having so much fun!" a drunk Julienne slurred.

"I promise I'll explain later, but for now, we really need to get out of here," Honey Bell explained, fear evident on her pretty face.

"Ugh, why do you have to ruin the fun?" Tifana groaned.

"I'll fill you in later, but right now, I'm in trouble and I really need your help," she pleaded.

"We should go," Tifana told Julienne, who rolled her eyes and begrudgingly started to walk away. She staggered and almost fell, but Honey Bell caught her. The smell of alcohol emanated from Julienne.

"Wow, you're really drunk. Let's get out of here," Honey Bell suggested.

"Yeah, sure," they both agreed, their arms wrapped around Julienne as they began to carefully drag her towards the exit.

…

Flower and Marrissa were on their way back home from work. They had decided to walk since finding a cab was proving to be difficult.

"Flower, I need to buy something at the supermarket over there. Can you please wait for me here?" Marrissa pleaded.

"Of course, take your time," Flower replied, standing at the designated spot while Marrissa hurried off.

Flower patiently stood there, waiting for Marrissa to return, when suddenly a car drove past, splashing muddy water all over her. The driver didn't even stop to apologize, instead continuing on their way. Anger welled up inside Flower as she watched the car disappear, but she didn't let it consume her.

Determined, Flower decided to follow the car and see where it was headed. Eventually, the car stopped in front of a bar, and Flower approached it, her chest heaving with frustration and annoyance.

"How dare you splash that filthy, muddy water on me?" Flower's voice rang out angrily as she confronted Charles.

Stepping out of his sleek car, Charles casually tucked his hands into his pockets, his eyes scanning Flower from head to toe.

"It suits you," he finally muttered, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

"What? You shameless, senseless jerk! If stupidity could fly, you'd be a private jet. Total scumbag," Flower retorted passionately, her frustration boiling over. And then, without hesitation, she swiftly delivered a sharp kick to his unmentionables.

Charles groaned in pain, but fate had more in store for him. Flower's fury propelled her to give him an unexpected yet forceful push, sending him tumbling into the muddy water below.

A burst of hearty laughter erupted from Flower as she swiftly turned on her heels, making a quick getaway from the scene.

"Flower!" Marrissa called out from behind, prompting Flower to stop running.

"What happened to you? Why is your body covered in mud?" Marrissa asked, her gaze scanning Flower's appearance.

"An arrogant jerk spilled this muddy water on me,"Flower fumed, her anger still simmering.

"What? Where is he? Let's go teach him a lesson. How dare he do this to my friend?" Marrissa exclaimed, her own anger flaring up.

"No need to worry. I've already taught him a lesson. Trust me," Flower said confidently, winking at Marrissa.

"I trust you," Marrissa enthused, and they sealed their trust with a high-five.

"Now, let's go home," Flower suggested.

They left afterwards.

…

BASIL FUN BAR

Charles stumbled into the bar, still groaning in pain and clutching his groin from Flower's kick.

"Fuck," he groaned, his movements drawing the attention of everyone around.

"Who is he?"

"Did someone let a mad man in?"

"Goodness, he's covered in dirt."

"Someone should call security."

"He looks strangely familiar."

Whispers and comments filled the air as the patrons exchanged glances. If only they knew who he really was, they wouldn't dare speak so disrespectfully. But Charles couldn't blame them for their assumptions. With his disheveled appearance, he might as well have escaped from a mental institution.

Charles glared angrily at the onlookers. If glares could kill, he would have surely ended their lives.

"Wait, isn't that Charles?" Edward Carrington, a friend of Charles, asked.

Charles turned to his two friends, making sure they got a good look at his face.

"What? It's really him?" Erickson Ferguson gasped.

They approached Charles, who continued to glare at them. They couldn't help but laugh at his condition.

"What happened to you?" Erickson asked, unable to suppress his curiosity.

"Give me some proper clothes to wear, and please stop asking me silly questions," Charles fumed as he stormed towards the restroom.

...

A few minutes later

"Wait, so she pushed you into muddy water because you accidentally spilled it on her?" Edward asked, giggling.

"And she even kicked you in the... well, you know where," Erickson chuckled.

"Isn't it obvious?" Charles rolled his eyes. "It's embarrassing."

"It's actually kind of funny, you know. Everyone was staring at you like you were a madman," Edward said, still giggling.

"You're supposed to be sympathetic, not laughing like a maniac. Aren't you guys my friends?" Charles complained pathetically.