CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Winston grunted, laying on his chest listening to the footsteps on the basement floor. He tried to move but his arms gave out from the beating Jonathan had given him.
Shauna ran into the little room and turned on the overhead light. “Oh my god, Winston.” She touched the tender whelps on his back.
He flinched, his back burning from the slightest movement. “Please, don’t touch me.”
“Don’t tell me Jonathan did this.”
“Son of a b***h whipped me. Ooh.” He shoved his face in the pillow, biting his lip. “Feels like my skin is falling off. Am I bleeding?”
“No.” She examined him, touching his shoulder. “The wounds are deep but they aren’t open.”
He howled, pain radiating through his pores.
“It’s not as bad as Rena’s was.”
He mumbled into the pillow, “He whipped Rena?”
