Gina was shivering in the bathtub, as she saw Asher coming to her way with the bottle of salt in his hands. Asher was only smiling while looking at her state, it was like he was enjoying the fear in her eyes. He then approached to her slowly with a smirk on his face. He then took out some handful of salt in his hands.
“Asher. . . . . . What. . . . . . . Are. . . . . . . You . . . . . . . . Trying . . . . . . . . . . To . . . . . . . . . Do?” Exclaimed Gina while stuttering in fear. Her eyes were now opened widely. Allen then moved more closer to her and then he without saying anything, started to rub the salt on her whipped wounds.
Gina only yelled in pain, while her tears were continuously falling down from her eyes, “Ahhh. . . . . . Asher. . . . . . . Please . . . . . . Stop . . . .
