Silvia Davis POV.
A sharp slap struck my face, causing it to jerk to the side, but only by a fraction of an inch. The man gripping my neck forced blood to spill from my mouth, leaving me in shock and my head spinning.
My ankle, cheeks, mouth, and neck throbbed with excruciating pain, rendering me immobile except for the overwhelming terror coursing through my veins.
"You better keep that filthy mouth shut, I can't stand it when my w***e screams before I even do anything," the man who slapped me sneered, eliciting laughter from the others in the room.
"Why?" I managed to croak, my voice broken and pathetic.
"That's none of your damn business, w***e," he retorted.
The word 'w***e' reverberated in my mind, making me feel as though it was meant solely for me.
"Would you like to see the
