And in those memories, she saw how she fought back. The leering laughter changed as the object of their t*****e became a wild animal. She heard sharp yells of pain as she used whatever she had to fight back. She saw fingers rammed into eye sockets. She tasted again the blood and flesh.
But it hadn’t happened every time. And it hadn’t done anything to stop the agony, or the depression, or the shame.
“I’ll show you more next time. In fact, I might leave some of this playing.” Garrick turned to Len. “You can do that?”
His head bobbed. Garrick laughed as he turned back to Genna. “Not very talkative, your minions, are they?”
Not after whatever you’ve done to them, she thought, and felt her chest rise and fall. She saw Garrick dip his eyes, watching the movement, and a familiar expression f
