Chapter 29
Jane’s POV
My hands wouldn’t stop hurting as I continued to fight the crabs.
Aria stood watching me like she was watching her favorite show. Mercy had eluded her eyes, replaced by entertainment and an evil grin.
“You’re doing a good job,” she said, her tone colder than before.
It was obviously an insult, so I swallowed it and continued. I picked up another crab, ignoring the sting in my palms.
My fingers were already cut in several places, thin red lines crisscrossing my skin. Each movement sent a sharp ache through my nerves, but I refused to stop.
If I stopped, Aria would win. At this point, I even stopped crying. My tears had given her another chance to trample upon me again.
So I kept going, pushing back the bitterness in my throat. “Don't cry, Jane. You can't cry
