Chapter 82

“Where is Wendy? "She asked, seeking to gather her courage and a little strength to try to look beyond his shoulders. His voice sounded remotely nasal, damp and brittle. Debby only felt her nose warm up and the pain spread to the flank of her cheeks. She was no longer trying to fight, she just didn't want him to keep hurting her like that. “What did you do to my aunt?

"I didn't do anything, little devil," he said with a wicked smile. The scars around her mouth looked even more grotesque at that moment. "This night should be the night of my triumph, and not the night of my stress, but you, little devil, seem to have the gift of making things more difficult than they already are. If you didn't become the whore you are, I was probably too busy to notice your presence among my team.

"Don't call me that," she moaned, trying to speak without spitting blood.

"I call you the way I want! "He returned him in an angry hiss. She tried to escape once again, but only managed to