Chapter Five
“Hey, come on, get up!” Sarah wished there was a snooze button she could hit so that Belinda would come back five minutes later. There wasn’t, though, so instead she sat up wearily on her mattress. She’d cried herself to sleep last night, and then at some ungodly hour in the morning the sounds of Mack and Belinda going at each other again had woken her up and started her crying once more. She felt miserable and neglected…no, make that miserable and abused. He ass still hurt abominably from the spanking Mack had inflicted on her last night, and every time she moved it hurt a little more.
“You’ve slept long enough,” Belinda called from the doorway. “Come on, get up and have some breakfast. Well, by now it’s brunch, but get a move on.”
“Is Mack still here?” Sarah asked fearful
