“I don’t trust you,” he snapped. “And frankly, Sienna might not even be mine. Who knows what you’ve been doing behind my back?”
The words stole the air from my lungs. “No! I would never—”
“Enough!” His face darkened. “You need to be taught a lesson. Since you like playing games with me, you’ll never see that child again.”
Fear exploded through me. I tried to retreat, but men appeared in the doorway, blocking my escape.
“Take her,” Aldrin ordered flatly. “Pull out her toenails. Slowly. Let her feel the same pain. Let her suffer.”
“No—please!” I screamed as they grabbed me. “Aldrin, stop! Don’t do this!”
He didn’t even flinch.
The first wave of pain was blinding. They pinned me down, my scream tearing out as one nail was ripped away. My voice echoed through the house, raw and broken.
“Help me!” I sobbed. “Please—someone help me!”
No one came.
Bianca watched in silence. Aldrin’s face remained cold, detached, as if my agony meant nothing.
The second nail. Then another. Each one sent fire shooting through my body, my sobs turning into hoarse gasps. My throat burned from screaming until sound barely came out at all.
And then everything went black.