Chapter 37 Will Still Fuck You

• "Was she there when...?"
• "When he cut me with his blade? Or the time he sliced my thighs open to ensure I couldn't stand anymore? No. She only came in long enough to tie me up, inflict a few cuts of her own, hoping to speed up the process, and left me to die. Don't worry; you don't have to kill your mistress, Saint. The cuts weren't very deep." I whispered, barely audible past the tears that tightened in my throat.
• "She was a mother, you know? Carleigh watched traffickers murder her daughter on a live feed. Subscribers paid twenty thousand dollars to watch her daughter and sister tortured. They placed them on a barrel that was tilted, forc- ing them to balance on it for hours. Her daughter didn't last long. She was sev- ered into pieces because some sick bastard wanted to watch a child die. Her sis ter lasted until she watched her niece falling to the floor, dead. She stepped off the barrel, willingly."