Chapter 21

• Harrison groaned in pain as Priscilla carefully pulled his suit off his dress shirt, stretching to get the fabric past his broad shoulders. She moved forward and buttoned up his suit, finishing it up by knotting his tie and stuffing it between his suit and dress shirt.
• Harrison didn't say a word as he admired himself in the mirror, moving to get a side view of his lanky, muscular body, he put his hand to his blotched face, pinching at the bag beneath his eyes. Priscilla disappeared behind the door and reappeared with her makeup box.
• “The concealer will help,” she said, unpacking the makeup kits in the bag, she found what she was looking for and pulled it out. “Shall I help you apply it?” she asked in a concerned voice, her guilt eating at her, the image of his tortured screams while he was being burnt with hot tongs.