I bent over in pain and hissed, “What you’re doing is criminal assault! If you don’t stop, you’ll regret this!”
Lucinda hesitated, tugging at my hair to inspect my face. “Joey, are you sure we’ve got the right woman? Would your husband-to-be really pass up someone as young and pretty as you for someone who’s obviously had work done? All her talk about regrets is making me second-guess this,” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Joey sneered and stepped forward, kicking me hard again. “I’ve seen women like her before – nothing but empty threats. Have you seen anyone come to help her since we walked in? Not everyone can fake their way into a life of luxury. Today, I’m going to make an example out of you, and I want to see blood!”
She picked up a golf club from the corner and, without warning, brought it down on my leg with a sickening thud.
The searing pain tore a scream from my throat.
“Listen to that scream – she’s definitely a whore! But one broken leg isn’t enough. Let’s break both to make sure she learns her lesson!”
My legs were quickly reduced to a bloody mess.
To meet them today, I had worn a sleek, form-fitting dress, leaving nothing to cushion the blows.