The Secretary Bodyguard
By Mac



Maria, a skilled secretary with a remarkable past as an Olympic-level gymnast
and a martial arts expert, sat at her desk, diligently working late into the
evening. The office was quiet, and she could feel the weight of exhaustion
creeping up on her. Little did she know that danger lurked just outside the
walls of her workplace - the very type of danger for which Maria was
well-prepared.

A man, who had been stalking Maria's boss Michael for weeks, silently slipped
into the building, his face hidden. His footsteps echoed through the hallway
as he approached Maria's office, a gun tightly clenched in his hand. Bursting
into the room, he demanded to see her boss, his voice filled with a mix of
desperation and anger.

Fear swept across Maria's face as she instinctively moved to protect her boss,
but beneath her facade of terror, a spark of determination flickered in her
eyes. She knew that she possessed skills that could turn the tables on this
intruder, skills honed from her years of training in gymnastics and martial
arts.

Maintaining a trembling voice, Maria reached out and grazed the intruder's
wrist with her fingertips. In an instant, his hand went numb, and the gun
slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor. Confusion washed over him,
and he stuttered, demanding to know what she had done to him.

Maria smirked, her voice dripping with a mix of sarcasm and confidence. "That,
my dear intruder, was just a taste of the mysterious dim mak techniques I
possess. You should consider leaving now before I show you more."

Arrogance clouded the intruder's judgment, and he charged at Maria, ignoring
her warning. With lightning speed, she struck both of his pectoral muscles
using her index fingers, paralyzing his arms. As he crumpled to the ground,
his face contorted in pain, Maria took a step back and delivered her snarky
one-liner.

"That, my friend, was the first technique: Xuan Kong, targeting the median
nerves. You won't be using those arms for a while."

The intruder, undeterred by the agony coursing through his body, pushed
himself back up and lunged at Maria once again. Seizing the opportunity, she
jabbed her thumbs into his neck, causing him to cough uncontrollably. Between
his desperate gasps for air, he managed to choke out a question.

"What... did... you... do?"

Maria chuckled; her eyes gleaming with amusement. "That was the second
technique: Quan Chi, targeting the phrenic nerves. You won't be catching your
breath anytime soon."

Undeterred by the relentless barrage, the intruder struggled to his feet and
charged at Maria once more. This time, she aimed her knuckles just below his
ribcage, striking a cluster of nerves that sent his entire body into violent
spasms. He writhed on the ground, cursing and foaming at the mouth.

Maria, now with a hint of annoyance in her voice, reprimanded him. "My, my,
such foul language. Is that any way to talk to a lady? Perhaps I should
silence you."

With a flick of her index finger just below his Adam's apple, she paralyzed
his vocal cords, rendering him mute. She took a step back, savoring the
moment, and revealed the name of the third technique.

"Meet the third technique: Tian Xia, targeting the intercostal nerves. Enjoy
the silence."

The assailant, his body still twitching, struggled to rise to his feet. Panic
and sadness began to consume him as Maria applied pressure to the top of both
his forearms. She chuckled at his distress, enjoying her playful dominance
over him.

"Feeling a bit panicked and sad? That's the fifth technique: Jing Luo,
targeting the radial nerves. It's quite fascinating, isn't it?"

As he fought against the torment wracking his body, the intruder's eyes burned
with a mix of rage and desperation. Sensing his vulnerability, Maria lightly
slapped his forehead, setting off a chain reaction in his nervous system. He
convulsed, feeling as though he was engulfed in flames.

Maria laughed softly; her voice tinged with amusement. "Ah, the sixth
technique: Zong Jin, targeting the cranial nerves. I'm sure that fire feels
quite intense."

Before the final strike, Maria couldn't resist delivering one last taunt. She
looked down at the whimpering intruder, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're
nothing but a little baby, aren't you?"

And with that, she probed the nerve cluster under his groin with her middle
finger, causing him to involuntarily wet himself. Laughter erupted from
Maria's lips as she relished in his humiliation.

"Now, now, baby, there's no need to cry. That was the seventh and final
technique: Yin Tang, targeting the pudendal nerves. Looks like baby peed his
pants."

As quickly as the effects had come upon him, they dissipated. The intruder,
now feeling a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and defeat, scrambled to his
feet and fled from the scene, his head hung in shame.

Maria, still chuckling softly, watched him disappear into the night. She knew
that her boss was safe for now, and that her unique combination of skills had
once again triumphed over danger. With a confident smile, she returned to her
desk, ready to resume her work as if nothing had happened.

The next morning at work, Michaell asked Maria if she had any big plans for
the weekend. Maria simply replied, "Nope ... work is enough excitement for
me."

Maria kept her unassuming facade as a secretary who lay a guardian, ready to
sacrifice her own life if necessary to protect those she cared for.