“WOMP.”
He backhanded her again in the face, sending blood and saliva splashing on her face, as she crashed across the room, falling on the floor in a fetal position, moaning, hyperventilating, feeling blood on her face dripping on the floor.
“Yeah, Billy...I think she’s ready for the fuckin’ now.”
Guffawing, Billy waved at him, groaned, seemingly bored out of his mind.
“Bring the biatch over. See if she’s got some smart mouth still.”
Earl grinned, turned to Mandal who was now sitting on her butt her hands behind her planted on the floor and with her boots and hands was shoving herself backwards. She leaned against the thick glass waitress wall which kept the patrons from crowding the girls while they were getting drinks, her eyes finally focused as she wiped blood from her one good e
