“And if I didn’t send him away for three years, there's no way I can fully enjoy Tim? Now I’ve had enough fun. Johnny’s out and when Tim has the baby, I’ll send him away and I'll live happily with Johnny.”
“But John really changed a lot. It was worth bribing those old men from the prison to fix his temper…”
Her hand held the phone so tight it made a little clicking sound.
Before Stephanie turned away, I was already back in the guest room, standing blankly by the door.
After a long time, I lit a cigarette. In the mirror I saw my red eyes through the smoke. It looked just like my first year in the prison.
My hair was torn, my skin cut by belts, hot cigarette butts pressed out on my skin—the cold iron rod, the smell of blood that seemed never to fade.
So those old men who targeted and tortured me back in prison—Stephanie had made deals with all of them. Every moment I felt worse than dead, meanwhile she was busy falling for another man.
Suddenly, a call came from one of my subordinates. “Johnny, preparations are almost done. Shall we go now…?”
“Let them enjoy things for a few more days. When they have nothing left to hold on, they will fall harder and hurt more.”