Disgusted, he paid thirty thousand dollars to win the bid for slapping me a hundred times.
Mike was invited up on stage, yet he didn’t even glance at me.
He put on the special gloves handed to him by the host and raised his hand, slapping my face back and forth.
By the twentieth slap, my eardrums were already ringing.
Warm liquid trickled down the corner of my mouth that I couldn't tell if it was saliva or blood.
Mike shook out his wrist, then turned to the audience and gave Jane a doting smile. "Jane, want to come try it? It’s really stress-relieving! These people are just deadbeats who owe gambling debts anyway. It feels damn good to hit them!"
Jane covered her mouth and shook her head, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Mike, you go ahead. Watching you hit her is enough for me!"
The thrill and provocation in her eyes made me start to wonder. Did she know who I was?
I tried to widen my swollen eyes, letting out muffled cries through the tape over my mouth.
Jane, however, pointed at me and said, "Mike, she looks like she’s enjoying it. Go on, keep going!"