"Weston," she whimpered, clinging to him, "I only came to thank Sister for saving me... but she had her men humiliate me instead..."
Her voice trembled, her tears falling like pearls.
Weston's face darkened as he looked around at the blood on the floor.
The men in black dropped to their knees.
"Mr. Holmes—we were only following Madam's orders!"
He turned toward me, his eyes burning with disgust. "Denise. Apologize!"
I stared at him for a long moment, then laughed—laughing until the tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Weston, you're right," I said hoarsely. "I was wrong."
"My mistake was not sending you both to hell sooner."
His expression faltered for a split second, unease flickering in his eyes. But then he looked at the trembling woman in his arms, and his heart hardened again.
"Lock her in the water dungeon," he ordered coldly.
The water dungeon—his private torture chamber for his enemies. Once inside, few ever came out alive.
I was dragged away and thrown into its freezing depths.
The pain, the humiliation, the endless cold—it all blurred together until my body gave out.
And at last, everything went dark.