Surprise, Mary?" Elizabeth asked as she slapped her in the face, making Mary turn her head sideways and groan in pain. "b***h! Take that." Another slap followed. "You, of all people, took my Tyler away. I am going to enjoy killing you slowly, you know." Elizabeth sneered and pushed Mary's head so hard that she fainted.
A few minutes later, Mary groaned. The pain, the concern for her baby—it was all Mary could think of. The distress takes over a portion of her brain, as if dealing with it were energy-consuming enough without the effort of new thoughts. It stole a part of her, and she knew her lips were bleeding, her ears were still ringing from the never-ending slap, and she realised Elizabeth wouldn't let her live. She wanted her dead, but all she could ever think of was the baby on her t
