Becky’s POV
Though it always existed, this time the pain was different. It was deliberate, harsh, obvious, a reminder of everything taken from me. My memories were entire, vivid, and searing with the betrayal Lydia and Samantha had perpetrated upon me — not bits. Every strike, every nasty comment, every moment of torment had driven me right toward this point.
I was not the meek, deferential lady they used to know. I quit acting as their victim.
Though my wrists were still shackled, and the rope was searing into my skin, my thoughts were clear, and my anger flowed through me like fire. I wasn't going to allow them to stay here much longer. Examining the knots, I gazed at the ropes and knew what I had to do. Though that was the only way I could get free, dislocating my thumb would be ter
