Chapter 89

Sienna

Fuck. I had known that it was fucking Eric. 

"Well, shit, he probably deserved it," I said.

I shook my head because I was unable to control what came out of my mouth. Angelo breathed sharply and walked over to me. He knelt down and grabbed my face roughly. I couldn't protest or resist because my wrists were still bound. 

"You are just as bad as he is," he growled lowly. 

I twisted my face free from his grip, and then he stood up and pressed his boot onto my wound, slowly and painfully.

"Fuck you, asshole!" I yelled, gritting my teeth and throwing my head back. 

The pain was unbearable. He pushed his boot deeper into my leg and I flinched as I pulled at the chains. 

He chuckled darkly. "I think I might keep you for a while. We will have some fun."

Fuck you, bitch, I thought.

I grunted when he finally removed his boot from my wound. It was bleeding immensely again, and a thick