Physique Skill in Action Again

After a few seconds of swinging her belt against Lothur's body, Mabel felt her anger subside somewhat and slowed the pace of her attacks.

But even though little time had passed since she started hitting him, she had already left him ultimately wounded, with purple marks all over his body.

Lothur's clothes were soiled with blood, and his face was swollen, with various fluids oozing from his nose and mouth.

At the same time, he had stopped screaming due to the exhaustion and volume of injuries in that part of his body, but he was still conscious, trembling in pain.

"That was for you to learn not to mess with my family, you bastard!" She said this, looking into his eyes, feeling hatred that a good-for-nothing like Lothur had touched her precious daughter.

"And don't think about touching my daughter's body again! Maybe we can still work out a way to make her look whole to a man who deserves her!" She invisibly stepped on Lothur's pride, making him hate her even more.