Isaac Byrne - The Tolerant

“Don’t make us get rough with you—take your lumps like a big girl. We ain’t askin’ twice.”

“Don’t do it!” hissed Jonesy. “Whatever you dish out, College can take it. They hit her and hit her and… nothing. No pain you can give her she can’t handle.” The redhead grinned smugly, pure self-satisfaction on her face.

The guard looked at Ashley. They had a solution to trouble-makers who didn’t want to comply, and thought they were tough in a fight. “Yeah, well take this then.” In a swift motion he grabbed his pepper spray from his belt and gave her a blast right to the face.

The girl didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even close her eyes as it made contact with the eyeballs. Panicking, he kept spraying until her eyes should have been burned out of her skull. “What the fuck…!”

Ashley rose and calmly took the canister from the guard, who was too shocked to resist her. “Yeah, looks like you’re gonna need some stronger stuff.” She turned the can on him and got him mostly in the face. Even as he tried to cover his eyes, enough got through that he shrieked in pain as the spray blinded him. She stepped right over his wailing body and tossed the can aside casually.

“We’re not just gonna let you get away with that,” he called after her. “You’re gonna pay!”

“I’ve had to put up with a lot of shit,” she said evenly. “You know what? I think I’ve built up a bit of a tolerance.”