Chapter 19 - Jasmine
I received another hard slap across the face. It stung, though I felt guilty and weak for even thinking that when I knew, just on the other side of that wall, Kato had been feeling far worse and more frequent pain. I’d been slapped across the face a handful of times, and already, I was cringing away from Diego’s hand. How would I hold up against real torture?
Abysmally, I thought with certainty. I wished I was stronger, that I could do more. This helpless feeling was worse than anything else but there was nothing I could do about it. It was awful and made my stomach churn.
“f*****g tell me, you b***h!”
I had just enough humor left to think it was ironic that he’d chastised one of his men for using foul language me when Diego himself had been cussing up a storm ever
