My chest tightened with a thousand pricks of pain; I could not breathe. When I got home, I felt like I had no strength left.
Before I could relax, I heard the clear click of a gun being loaded. I snapped awake and gripped the dagger at my waist. At first, I thought it was one of Lizbeth’s enemies. But my body fell to the ground before I could even control myself.
I didn’t know what exactly happened other than terrible pain swallowed me whole. My body felt torn apart and then sewn back together.
Then, the smell of blood woke me. Upon opening my eyes, I noticed I was lying on a big hotel bed and everything else I saw made me sick.
My body had whip marks, there wasn’t a single part of my skin unmarked. My stomach churned and soon I vomited.
From the hallway Lizbeth’s voice came. “How is it? Did you record the video?”
“We recorded it, but… Mr. Randall has been with you for eight years. Isn’t this a bit too much, ma'am?”
“What are you trying to say?" She replied, unamused. "Remember who you belong to. If he hadn’t insisted on bothering Rick, I wouldn’t have had to do this. He was pushign it, he deserved to be taught a lesson.”