Meg
My back ached. My stomach felt queasy. My throat was parched, and I could feel my face starting to swell. My punishment as Alessandro so called it was watching Shelby being tortured. Watching what happens when you disobey and step out of line. He struck me on my jaw when I begged them to stop. Why I begged for her life, I didn't know but the thought of watching someone die in front of me made me want to hurl. I was sure I had a black eye and my nose was broken. My jaw felt like it had bricks sitting on it. I could barely open and close it.
I was told to clean Shelby's wounds while some men, most likely employed by Alessandro, stood guard over us. She had so many cuts on her back. Some looked deep, some looked like cat scratches. Some were not even opened and just raised welts. I was
