Rosa’s eyes fluttered open to a searing pain blooming across her cheek. Before she could even focus, her head still spinning from the sedative they had injected, another sharp slap landed on the other cheek. They came one after another, a relentless barrage. The repeated impacts acted like a brutal wake-up call, forcing the fog of the drugs to retreat.
As her vision cleared, she realized the only reason she hadn't collapsed was the pair of hands bolstering her from behind, their grip tight on her upper arms to keep her propped up in her stupor. Her eyelids flickered, and she found Laura standing directly in front of her.
“Wake up, you b***h!” Laura spat. She delivered a backhanded strike, and the sharp edge of her diamond ring sliced into Rosa’s soft flesh. A thin trail of crimson began
