Belladonna tilted her head as she gazed down at the Strangers body with uncaring coldness. His chest was still rising and falling. It was doing so weakly, and with shaking breaths from the broken ribs puncturing those lungs, but it was still going nonetheless.
As it turns out, beating yourself to death was harder than it seemed, especially when your body was robust and powerful, with an extraordinary regenerative ability to go along with it.
The Stranger had eventually beaten himself unconscious, wasting all of his energy on pummelling himself to a bloody pulp that made Belladonna shake her head in disappointment. She gazed idly at the scars marring his swollen pulp of a face, as they persisted no matter the damage that he did to himself.
A punishment, no doubt. Punishment for what, she had no idea. But no doubt he deserved it. I mean look at him now, he couldn't even follow a simple instruction to completion. Well... If you want something done properly, do it yourself.
