Sandra's head was a b****y mess after the slap.
She screamed in agony, her cries piercing through the silence, making my ears ring.
After warning her several times and getting no response, I grabbed the cactus that had fallen from the broken vase and shoved it into her mouth.
I'd taken great care of that cactus. Its thorns were long and sharp, and every time Sandra tried to speak, they dug into her mouth, leaving her with b****y lips.
She fell silent immediately.
Satisfied, I clapped my hands and sat back on the bed, just as Tristan arrived.
"Alisha, what the hell is going on now...?"
When he saw Sandra sprawled on the floor, barely conscious, his words of blame faltered.
"How could you do this? You've ruined her face!"
Tristan rushed to hold Sandra up, trying to pull the
