Cruel Neighbour (Part 2)

Y’all should read part 1 already before you read this 👍 I didn’t give the neighbour a name in the last part so let’s call her Hannah.

Over the next couple days, my neighbour would just mock and make fun of me after what happened. She would see me and just start holding her crotch and screaming, the same way I was after she dumped the coffee. She really thinks it’s funny, she would do it and laugh at me. Absolutely no clue how bad it hurt. I truly never seen a girl so hot but so cruel.

A couple weeks went by, and I guess her little joke died down as she stopped doing it, and I stopped seeing her as much. I started hanging out with friends more, so I was barley home these days. My hanging out with friends eventually led to me having friends over, it started with about 4, then more and more, until eventually on Saturday’s I would be having a little house party with about 10 other of my friends. You know, just drinking, playing pool, watching sports, music, and simple stuff.

One Saturday in particular, I’ll admit, I was a little inconsiderate. We had music blasting, and it was getting pretty late, close to midnight. I didn’t really think about it, (I was drunk). So what happened was Hannah, my neighbour, knocked on the door and nicely asked if we could put the music down as she was trying to sleep. I told her sure, and turned it down, she left. However, about 30 minutes later I got in a really intense pool game, and was really distracted. One of my buddy’s had turned the music back up during this, and I was pretty drunk so I wasn’t really paying attention to it.

Wow this was a huge mistake. At around 2:00 in the morning the door bell rang again. I instantly thought it would be Hannah, because as soon as I heard the bell I realized music had been playing again. I thought I would just go and apologize to her and actually turn it down and keep it off, and let everyone leave as it was getting late. I went upstairs and answered the door, she was there in her white tank top, and her grey high waist pajama leggings. She spoke aggressively, “didn’t I tell you to turn the music down? I’m trying to sleep I have to be up early.” “I’m so sorry, everyone’s leaving, music will go off right now”, I said. She looked at me dead the eyes with a cold stare for about 10 seconds and just said, “no.” Then she said, “no, you’re not sorry, if you were you wouldn’t have done it, you have no respect.” “Sorry”, I said again.

Then it happened. She stepped into my own house and pushed me. I was shocked, tired, and drunk, I didn’t know how to fight back or what to do, it all felt so fast. She pushed me up against my wall, and looked me dead in the eyes, i noticed her lips, even without make up she had really hot lips. She looked me in the eyes as she straight up just rammed her knee into my balls. She was really fit, she was a gym girl, this wasn’t a normal knee, I can’t explain the shock of pain I felt. I instantly began to collapse and grab my crotch, but she stopped me. She held me back up straight, darted her hand down my pants and grabbed a vice hold on my already injured and burnt nuts. I was so confused, what was happening, why was it hurting THIS bad, I tried to remove her hand by I couldn’t at all, I screamed. With her other hand she covered my mouth and pushed my mouth/face against the wall hard as she looked my dead in the eyes while squeezing hard. She softy said, “no, now you’re sorry.” And then twisted balls and squeezed insanely hard. I had never felt pain like this in my life, in any way. I tried to scream but my voice was muffled under her hand. After about 40 more seconds of this torture (which felt like forever) she let go and I collapsed to the ground. She looked at me and smiled as she walked out. I watched her body as she walked way while feeling like I was about to die of pain. my balls were truly killing, and my stomach just felt absolutely awful, I cannot explain the pain.

After about 10 minutes of not being able to get up, I mustered up the strength to gingerly waddle down stairs, tell everyone party is over, and watch them leave. When they left I just sad on the floor, holding my aching nuts, why was the pain not going away. I began to feel sick in my stomach, I went to the washroom and threw up. I felt terrible, even walking was hard. Then I checked my phone, it was a text from Hannah that read, “LMAO is that you hear I hear THROWING UP?!?!? LMAOOOO”. She really thought it was FUNNY, if only she knew the pain, my neighbour was cruel.