God-Defying Witch

For the second time, jingle bells chimed.

For the second time, we gathered in the early, early morning hours in the nave.

"―I fucking knew it! It was you, wasn't it, bastard?!"

And, for the second time, my collar was pulled―with a force I alone wasn't strong enough to resist, I was raised slightly into the air, my feet slipping against the stone cold floor as I struggled to even maintain a steady balance.

'Shit...!'

Gripping the wrists of the other, "John", I clenched my teeth and tried my best to rip his hands away, but no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't relent.

It was a good thing to work out and increase my Physical Ability, but in this case it looks like that wasn't enough. 

"No, don't fight! Stop it, please!"

"Waaaahhhh...!"

"Ah! Oh, dear-- S-someone...!"