Alvia's POV
“ Should we go? ” Sara asks as she notices my worried face.
“ Not yet. ” I reply
I watch as Deacon lands the first slap on his already wounded face and I gasp involuntarily taking my eyes away. He slaps him again and again till I could no longer look, I couldn't even count anymore.
“ You dare touch what's mine! You dare touch what's mine! ” Deacon grunts punching every part of his body. It indeed became too graphic for me and I run out cause I got nauseous. Sara follows me out of the warehouse
I reach the front of the warehouse outside of it and I take off my mask immediately and I inhale deeply taking all the air I was deprived of in the warehouse
“ Are you okay? ” Sara inquires as she catches up with me.
“ No, I think I'm gonna puke ” I whimper feeling my bowels
