She felt unprecedentedly isolated and helpless, as if the whole world was silently watching her fall.
"If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm not human."
Vincent Prescott's voice was like a venomous snake, hissing near her ear.
He leaned closer to her ear, his breath was hot and fetid, his words cold as an ice awl piercing through her marrow.
His lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes filled with the thrill of control and destruction.
He wanted her to remember this day, to remember who holds the reins of her fate.
He wouldn't allow anyone to challenge his authority, especially this woman who once knelt at his feet begging for scraps.
Vivian Sinclair teeth clattered as she bit down hard: "You've gone mad! This room is full of cameras! Aren't you afraid it'll come back to bite you?"
She forced herself to calm down, using her last shred of sanity to look for a chance to fight back.
