Becky’s POV
My body hurt after the severe treatment; the room was dark and chilly. After Lydia and Samantha brought me to a far-off place, the unrelenting suffering they caused seemed to be limitless. My feet hurt from being pushed into awkward angles; my wrists were still shackled. Every time I tried to move, agony surged over me once more.
Lydia was across from me grinning cruelly. "I hope your brief visit is going great, Becky. This is only the beginning.”
Samantha stepped tensely close to the door. Are you sure we cannot just wrap up quickly? Suppose Paul shows up looking for her?
Lydia's eyes gleamed with a terrible delight. Paul is fixated. Joan is doing a decent job of diverting him. And it will be too late by the time he acknowledges what is happening.
The idea of Paul being k
