I woke up to a douse of cold water drenching my entire body. Looking around the dim lighted room, I saw two fierce looking men; one was holding a baton while the other one had an empty bucket in his hands. It seemed i had blacked out form all the beating I received from Veronica in the woods. I tried to move but my hand and legs were tied to a pole. Veronica came into the room soon after that. she looked daggers at me; her eyes bloodshot and full of resentment. I agonizingly couched out blood. She surprisingly patted my back, consoling me or perhaps it was her sarcasm at play.
"There, there." she said. "It looks like I beat you to a pulp."
" I feel cold." I stammering while shivering immensely. Veronica gave me a quizzical look before laughing subtly.
"I told you not to mess with me,
