But looking into this room now, my throat bobbed. I had been expecting to see the same arrogant, proud look that Josephine always carried herself with, but the female cowering in the corner was unrecognizable. The Josephine I knew was a b***h, but she always carried herself with elegant pride but the Josephine here was crouched on the cold floor, her hands clasped tightly over her head as if she were trying to hide.
Her eyes were wide, etched with a deep terror, as her beautiful face was marred by three deep, jagged claw marks that ran from the right side of her eye to her mouth. Just looking at her, I didn't even know what to say or do.
Because what revenge could I exact on her that would be greater than the living hell she was already trapped in? Josephine’s body was shaking violently,
