Her voice trembled. She could not understand what this group had kidn*pped her for.
"I can give you whatever amount of money you want, I..."
Before she could finish, the person in front of her suddenly pressed down on the top of her head and slapped her hard across the face!
The rough sack scraped across her skin, tearing the delicate flesh of her cheek.
Then came the second slap, the third... The sack kept rubbing again and again over the wounds left by the previous blows, and it was soon soaked through with blood.
Violet was strapped to the chair, unable to move. Only the dense, relentless pain, like swarms of ants, bit into her limbs and spread through her whole body, tormenting her beyond endurance.
Who had she offended?
Why were they taking revenge on her in such a cruel way?
