Chapitre 81: Past - 41

The brute laughed. "Oh, slave. You will be my perfect revenge." 

He removed his brown jacket, shrugging it to the floor. "I am curious, though. How many girls does he have now?" 

She clamped her lips closed. Vulture had conned her into believing she was his only slave his only plaything. Once again, jealousy gripped her heart. Everything Vulture made her believe was a lie. She realized he did not care about her. He did not have emotions. He was worse than the men who kidnapped her. 

The man went to one of the racks and chose a flogger. Heartbeats raced as he swatted his hand, testing the sting. He grabbed a couple of packets from a dusty bowl and threw one at the brute. 

His eyes fell on her and darkness took over. She would not be able to reason as no soul remained. She knew with deadly certainty they would kill her afterward.