They forced me into the tub.
Hundreds of leeches clung to my skin, wriggling wildly as they sucked my blood. Within seconds, the water turned deep red. My body went numb. After that, everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the living room’s sofa. I was being hooked up to a blood transfusion. I had almost forgotten that both Robert and I shared the same blood type.
He stood beside me for a long time before sighing, asking me, “Why are you always so stubborn? If you’d just admit your mistakes and stop fighting me, I wouldn’t have to treat you this way.”
A slap first and then a gentle pat … was this his idea of love?
I pulled the needle from my arm and staggered upstairs. Behind me, Robert’s voice rang out, full of forced calm, “Amelia, let this be a lesson. Don’t make me do it again!”
At the stairwell, I ran into Gloria carrying a bowl of porridge.
“Oh, Amelia, you’re awake,” she said sweetly.
“I made this blood-replenishing porridge for you. Drink it while it’s still warm.”
I glared at her coldly.
“You staged the whole thing yourself, didn’t you? Is this how mistresses climb their way up?”
At that, Gloria dropped her act and smirked.