The cold wind against my exposed bottom could’ve numbed some of my pain only if I hadn’t been hit for the second time. Having been tormented by the discomfort, I let out a sharp shriek, which apparently failed to reach any human ear but that of my tormentor.
“Didn’t you say something about tearing my flesh out of my bones?” mocked Steven Hyde. “Who do you think you are - a wolf?”
Though defeated, I couldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing me crumble, which was why I drew in a sharp breath before announcing, quite proudly, “ If only I hadn’t sustained these injuries, I would’ve gotten back to my feet and delivered what I promised.”
Even when my harsh tongue managed to inflict the burn that was intended, the man masked it with a smile before saying, “I guess I haven’t humbled you enough.
