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　　「史尔特尔，妳又漏怪了！」

　　眼前蹲居在男人面前的女子，是那个敌人面前桀骜不驯、口出俇语的史尔特尔，然而现在她，却像是只发抖的小猫，感觉稍微一丝动静就可以把她惊死。

　　「不是的……博士……那个……明明就是个飞行无人机。」口吐半载才吐出一个破碎的话语，然而在博士的气场面前，这个万分合理的辩理却像成了某种求情的狡辩。她在说完这句话之后感到自己的失礼，不禁吞了吞口水。

　　「是谁说『我一个人就够了。』？」史尔特尔的心脏像是被一紧抓，冷汗直流，猫一样的瞳孔因害怕缩小，身子抖得更快了。这个难以平衡的羞耻姿势是博士教导她的，每当做错了事情，就要像这样蹲在博士面前，坦然从罪，表达自己的悔过之意，有时甚至得光着身子蹲立良久，那些死在史尔特尔刀下，看过她恐怖的姿态的敌人，看到如此的她，会开怀大笑吗。

　　博士看见史尔特尔不语，便决定执行他应做的惩罚，史尔特尔一下子便知道他要做什么了，口中紧喃着无数个「不要」，甩动头部拒绝，身体却很乖巧地丝毫不动，大概是因为多日的训练使她即使违背心理也不敢抗饶眼前的男人吧？这点，博士还是足以给她点嘉奖。

　　博士用出全身力气，狠狠地踢出了一脚，脏污的足底狠狠冲击了女人最脆弱的小腹，柔软的肌肤在冲击下扭曲，历来所有敌人未曾仍攻击到她的一丝毫发，如今的她却敞开小腹仍由博士施虐。一股深沉的疼痛自内传自全身，即使努力想保持着「谢罪姿势」，她仍旧失足跌倒。她想发声，得到了却是口水和干呕，身体娇弱地颤抖着，在这痛苦中，她却忏悔地感到一丝快感。

　　「好疼、好疼。」她回过神来唯一能说的话只有这些，然而她这才看到博士早已走到她脑袋旁，面对对她施加暴力的男人……她却忽而感到某种安全感。是因痛让她脑子不清醒了吗？

　　——博士，我知道错了，我下次会好好努力的，求求你不要放弃我。你要向我伸出手吗，救救我。

　　然而迎来的影子不是援手，而是博士才刚摧毁她的足屡，带有泥污味的鞋底压在了史尔特尔精致的脸上，将她的身子完全压垮，汗液、口水、泪水，在博士的脚下被玩辗成史尔特尔新的妆容。她只剩下闷在喉咙的呜咽声可以发出，四肢疼痛地颤抖。

　　良久，博士的怒意才停下，脚下只剩下失去意识的史尔特尔。

　　「马的，真贱。」

　　他将足底的脏污擦拭在史尔特尔的黑色洋装上，随后离去，留下只剩些微喘息气的红发女人。

"Surtr, you've messed up again!" The woman crouching in front of the man was the defiant and insolent Surtr, who faced her enemies with pride and Sword. However, now she resembled a trembling kitten, feeling like the slightest movement could startle her to death.

"It's not like that, Doctor... It was just a... a flying drone," she stammered, struggling to piece together a coherent sentence. But in the presence of the Doctor's aura, her seemingly reasonable explanation sounded more like a plea for mercy. She felt rude after speaking and couldn't help but swallow nervously.

"Who said, 'I can handle it alone'?" Surtr's heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, cold sweat pouring down. Her cat-like pupils shrank in fear, and her body trembled even faster. This awkward posture of shame was taught to her by the Doctor. Whenever she did something wrong, she had to crouch like this in front of him, confess her guilt, and express her repentance. Sometimes she even had to stay in that position for a long time, exposed and vulnerable. Would those enemies who had seen her terrifying demeanor when she wielded her blade laugh heartily if they saw her like this now?

The Doctor noticed Surtr's silence and decided to carry out the punishment he deemed appropriate. Surtr instantly knew what he was about to do, and countless "no" escaped her mouth. She shook her head, refusing, but her body remained completely still. Perhaps it was because of the training she had undergone for days, making her too afraid to defy the man before her? In this aspect, the Doctor felt she deserved some praise.

With all his strength, the Doctor delivered a powerful kick, and the dirty sole of his foot struck her vulnerable abdomen. The soft flesh contorted under the impact, something that had never happened to her during all her encounters with enemies. Yet now, the Doctor was inflicting the pain on her, as she remained in the "apology posture." A deep pain engulfed her entire body, and despite her efforts to maintain the posture, she fell to the ground. She tried to speak, but all that came out were saliva and dry heaves. Her body trembled weakly in pain, and amidst this suffering, she strangely felt a trace of pleasure.

"It hurts, it hurts..." These were the only words she could manage to say. However, as she looked up, she saw the Doctor standing next to her head. Facing the man who had just inflicted violence upon her, she unexpectedly felt a certain sense of safety. Was it because the pain clouded her judgment?

"Doctor, I know I was wrong. I'll try harder next time, please don't give up on me. Will you extend your hand to save me?" She thinks.

But instead of a helping hand, the shadow that loomed over her was the Doctor's shoe, which had just shattered her pride. The sole, now carrying the scent of mud, pressed down on Surtr's delicate face, completely crushing her. Sweat, saliva, tears – everything mixed under the Doctor's foot, becoming Surtr's new makeup. She could only emit stifled sobs, her limbs shaking in pain.

After a while, the Doctor's anger subsided, leaving Surtr unconscious beneath his foot.

"F**king pathetic," he muttered.

He wiped the dirt off his sole on Surtr's black dress and then left.

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