“I guess that means we should go now.” Asha looked so thoroughly disappointed that she had to stop beating me. I had to wonder if we were ever really friends.
“Don’t worry, Semira. Your father already arranged for you to visit her when she’s extradited to England after her trial. I promised you whenever you want to visit just let me know.” Her giant husband was soothing her with additional promises of my pain and she grinned as his words eased her distress.
When she looked back at me, her face was once again cheerful. “You hear that, Margo? I guess we’ll have to keep meeting like this until I get tired of torturing you. So maybe one to two decades will be enough for me to feel satisfied for the days of hell I endured.”
Nakoa looked at her with the type of love on his face that I’d always dreamed of. My blood was pooling on the concrete beneath me and maybe if I lost enough of it I could drown myself and hope to be happier in my next life.
I was so focused on staring at him that I missed the foot that came down on my head crushing my nose and causing my head to swim.
“I thought you wanted to keep her alive.”
“She’s not going to die but you’d think the stupid bitch would learn to keep her eyes to herself.” I heard her move closer to me as she bent down to speak to me. “I know you’re not out of it yet so you can hear me. I hate men but I will burn the world down for that one. I’ll give you a few weeks to heal and then I’ll be back for another therapy session. And don’t try to be so weak as to kill yourself. No matter what we’ll always keep you alive. There’s no escaping my wrath, Margo. Welcome to hell on earth.”