## The More I Get Beaten, the More Damage-Immune I Become
>I work as a professional punching bag at the Stress Relief Club, where rich clients come to vent.
>In my ten-year career, I’ve been hit over the head with bottles, whacked across the back with steel pipes, and even had my ribs broken by a golf club.
>Then one day, a client pulled out a metal baseball bat. “My dad’s on the club’s board. I can beat you to death and get away with it.”
>I closed my eyes, ready to meet my end, but instead heard the shrill screech of metal bending.
>When I opened my eyes, the client was staring in terror at my completely unharmed forehead.
>I picked up a fruit knife from the ground and stabbed myself in the stomach. The blade curled at the tip.
