This actually has nothing to do with my chem, its just a tiny peice of writing id appriciate people reading :)
Beaten, a soft yet sharp term, a contradiction in itself. And as he took a fifth and final swing at her, she finally understood the concept. It wasn't soft; there was nothing soft about it. As the blood flowed from her forehead and cheek, down her face and slowly making a small puddle at her feet, she sunk down with it. She curled up and let the world carry on around her.
She lay there, swollen, bruised, beaten.