“Our pretty superstar needs this. Right?” “Let’s go,” I snarl. “Hurting, huh?” Toren huffs with a Cheshire cat grin. “Just fucking hit me, asshole.” “Sure,” Kane smirks, grabbing my collar and jerking me forward. “But it won’t make you feel any better. Trust me.” “Yeah, yeah.” “I’m serious,” Toren says, jerking me again. “I’ve been doing this for years.”
