"Was she there when...?", Darren started but I cut him off immediately.
"When he cut me with his blade? Or the time he sliced my thighs open to ensure I couldn't stand anymore? No. She only came in long enough to tie me up, inflict a few cuts of her own, hoping to speed up the process, and left me to die. Don't worry; you don't have to kill your mistress, Darren. The cuts weren't very deep." I whispered, barely audible past the tears that tightened in my throat.
"She was a mother, you know? Carleigh watched traffickers murder her daughter on a live feed. Subscribers paid twenty thousand dollars to watch her daughter and sister tortured. They placed them on a barrel that was tilted, forcing them to balance on it for hours. Her daughter didn't last long. She was severed into pieces because
