Thea Lynch couldn't communicate with him and didn't want to continue the conversation.
She came purely to settle the score with him, no nonsense, just a beating and talk later.
Sean Bell lay in the chair, not moving a bit, allowing her to vent. He even occasionally let out a sarcastic remark:
"Can you use a bit of strength? Hitting people feels like a massage."
"I don't mind if you use some tools." His gaze was rather meaningful, carrying a certain implication.
Thea didn't understand at first, but later realized it and went up for another slap. This slap wasn't heavy, but it landed solidly on Sean's face, ending on his cheek and chin.
Sean tilted his head, dumbfounded for a moment, and then suddenly lifted his head to grab her offending hand and pulled hard.
At first, Thea was afraid he would retaliate and took a step back.
"Ah..." Thea stumbled, using his force to directly fall onto him.
"Let go!"
