He brought down his raised fist— towards the mattress. The sound of hitting flesh rang out.
A look of euphoria rose to Stafan’s flabby face. It was because the sensation of crushing flesh was transmitted to his hand and he felt a quivering pleasure ride up his spine. His body then shivered.
“Ohhh…”
As he slowly raised his fist, it came away sticky with blood.
Stafan was lying on top of a naked woman.