"Ouch!" Kolton screamed at the top of his lungs, collapsing onto the ground with a heavy fall.

Kolton felt dizzy, and the sharp pain in his private part was excruciating. He couldn't believe he was taken down by a delicate woman.

Raegan had just dialed for help using Stefan's backup phone. She was convinced Kolton was too injured to stand up again. Her plan was to leave him for the police to handle.

Yet, Kolton wouldn't stop hurling insults. “You bitch! Tramp! I'm going to get you! You slut!"

Kolton was no stranger to society's underbelly. The insults he spat out were crude and shocking, the likes of which Raegan had never encountered.

His verbal attacks grew even nastier. “Damn it! How did your mother manage to birth such a vile creature like you! She must be rotten!

I'll deal with her next. Show some spine! Don't you dare run!"

Raegan had just reached the door when she heard that. She couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, grabbed a broom lying nearby, and swung it with all her might at Kolton.

“smack!" The broom hit Kolton right in the face, making his nose bleed like crazy and covering his face in blood.

Fuming with anger but too weak to stand, Kolton dragged himself toward Raegan, hurling insults as he went, "You think you can hit me, bitch? Today, I'm going to make you regret this! I'll make you cry for your daddy and mommy..."

But before Kolton could finish his threat, he suddenly screamed so loudly it turned into a high-pitched shriek.

Raegan was stepping hard on his hand, crushing his fingers.

"Ah!" Kolton howled with his mouth agape.

Raegan looked at him with icy eyes and said, “Looks like your mother forgot to teach you manners. Well, I guess it's up to me to clean that dirty mouth of yours.’

Then, she grabbed a mop from a bucket next to her, one that hadn't been squeezed out, and shoved it into Kolton's mouth.

The mop was dripping with dark, dirty water from cleaning the yard, filled with mud, dirt, and who knew what else.

Kolton fought back with all his might, his complexion changing shades.

He was no stranger to hardship, having faced the harshness of life, but never had he imagined swallowing sewer water.

The more Kolton tried to free himself, the more forcefully Raegan held him down.

The mop head, a bundle of cotton strips knotted together, seemed too large to fit in someone's mouth.