From Darkness to Strength 2

"I was going to be gentle with you," the bully sneered, "but now I've changed my mind. Let's show everyone who the real trash is."

As the bully's henchman began filming, little did they know that they were falling right into Mark's trap.

Mark had long anticipated the bully's aggression and had already made preparations for the fight.

As the two bullies charged towards him, blinded by their own fury, they failed to notice the tripwire that Mark had cleverly set up. Suddenly, the bullies found themselves tumbling to the ground, completely disoriented.

It was then that Mark saw his opportunity to strike.

As the two bullies stumbled and collapsed onto the unforgiving pavement, the third bully behind the camera froze in shock.

They had come in a group, hoping to intimidate and overpower Mark, but little did they know that he was prepared for them. With a sturdy pipe in hand, he struck them swiftly and forcefully, targeting their heads, backs, legs, and ribs.

As for the ring leader, even his gro*n was not spared!

He only ceased his assault once he was certain that they were completely unconscious.

The scrawny bully with the camera watched

everything end in a matter of seconds, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The scrawny bully stood frozen, his mouth agape in disbelief.

"H-How? No way!" he managed to stuttered.

But before he could even process what was happening, Mark had already closed the distance between them.

In one swift motion, Mark delivered a powerful blow, striking the scrawny bully square on the jaw.

The scrawny bully crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

There was no resistance left in him.

After overpowering them, Mark proceeded to drag them into a nearby room and completely strip them of their clothes and arranged their body's in a grotesque and humiliating manner.

He even had the time to film the scene, adding insult to injury. As he guffawed at his victim's expense, he then delivered a sharp slap to the ring leader's face, jolting him back to the harsh reality of the situation and then followed the others.

Mark paced back and forth within the room, wearing a sly grin on his face.

"Had a good nap?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, I need your attention for a moment. Or would you like to continue napping? I can help with that," he added, gesturing towards the metal pipe he held in his hand.

The bullies stirred awake, dazed and confused.

"Huh?" one of them mumbled, trying to rub his eyes.

"What happened?" the other groaned, trying to clutch both his head and down there, but to no avail since they were all tied tightly.

Mark's grin widened as he leaned in closer. "Oh, nothing much," he said, a hint of malice in his tone. "Just a little payback for the little stunts you have been pulling on me. Speaking of which..." He paused, pulling out his phone. "I've made a short video of all this, and I've already uploaded everything to my computer and to the cloud. So what do you say?" he asked, cocking his head to one side. "Shall we make a deal?"

The three assailants glanced nervously at each other as Mark approached them, his phone still in hand.

"Please, man," one of them whimpered. "We didn't mean it. We were just messing around."

But Mark was unmoved. "Imagine what will happen if I upload these photos to the internet," he said, his smile now twisted into a devilish grin. "Whenever someone searches your name -- be it a relative, girlfriend, or even a school friend -- the first thing that will appear will be these photos."

The bullies started crying and begging, their bravado evaporating in the face of Mark's threat. "No! Please, don't do this," one of them pleaded.

Mark paused for a moment, considering his options.

Finally, he spoke. "I'll tell you what," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to forget about me, and you're going to leave me alone from now on. And in return, I'll not release these photos and forget this ever happened. Got it?"

The bullies nodded eagerly, relieved to have escaped unscathed.

But Mark was not yet done. "But if I find out that you've broken your promise, or if you ever try to mess with me again, I won't hesitate to release these photos to the world," he warned them. "Understood?"

The bullies nodded frantically, eager to get out of there before Mark changed his mind.

With a final scowl, Mark pocketed his phone and threw the metal pipe, as he walked out of the abondoned building.

Out of the abondoned building and exposed to the cool breath of the outside, Mark allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction.

Justice had been served, and he had made sure that his tormentors wouldn't soon forget it.

Mark's heart swelled with a sense of power as he recalled how the bullies imploringly begged out for his forgiveness. A shiver of pleasure coursed through him, as he could not resist this pleasure.

Returning on his way to home, a sense of satisfaction washed over him, as he recalled their pitiable state and their choir of desperate supplication.

In that moment, Mark felt a rush of pride in his ability to make a difference, and his joy was simply indescribable.

The school bullying had finally ended, but school life was far from being perfect, even though the bullying had stopped, his social life and daily house life never stopped being miserable.

How could he ever hope to make friends? His private life was marred by the presence of a drunken and abusive father, and to make matters worse, he discovered that his mother had been hiding the fact that she wasn't unemployed as he had believed.

It was all just a series of unfortunate coincidences, and to add to the complexity of it all, everything unraveled on the very day of his birthday.

Mark had finally allowed himself to relax and bask in the glory of his personal achievements on his birthday.

As a reward for the changes he had made, he decided to use the money he had taken from his past bullies.

It's as they say, Sweet revenge is best served with the currency of your foe.

Under the cover of darkness, just an hour or two after the sunset, he made his way out of the house to savor the sweet taste of revenge and the freedom that came with it.

In that fateful night, he witnessed something he should never have seen. Nothing could have prepared him for that moment!