Blood oozed from the corners of his lips, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Impossible! I'm already giving her an advantage by hitting her, otherwise I--"
Charles slapped me in the face.
It interrupted my words and my last thoughts about him.
"Jessica, I indulge you too much, you are so disobedient..."
He hit me hard on the head with a suitcase full of luggage.
The next second, I fainted from the pain.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on the bed in the bedroom. Charles had moved me there.
My hand instinctively reached up to touch my hair, but instead of feeling the familiar strands cascading down my back, my fingers grazed uneven patches of my scalp. My waist-length hair was gone. All that remained were mottled, jagged tufts, a grotesque reminder of what had been done to me.
Tears began to flow uncontrollably, each drop stinging as it trailed down my face, mingling with the sharp, raw pain that had settled deep in my bones.