I feel like I’m going to be sick. I want to look away, but somehow I just can’t.
My eyes are glued to the horrific scene playing out on the TV screen, a ghastly spectacle unfolding before me.
Dana’s entire body is thrashing wildly on the beach, sending sparkling golden sand flying wildly around her like a small frenzied sandstorm as she fits and convulses.
“I hope you’re taking note, ladies,” Cynthia says, smiling smugly as she watches the grisly livestream footage with us. She’s holding the small silver remote again - the same one she used to shock Andrea into submission a few minutes ago.
“Now, the more observant amongst you might have already noticed that Dana is wearing a promise ring, exactly like your own,” she says, pointing to the glinting band of silver wrapped around Dana’s
