spanking and would do anything to prevent it from happening again. “Good. Dinner will be ready soon.” The sudden shift in demeanor was as jarring as the woman’s physical appearance. She placed the drill on the floor and picked up something Wrenley hadn’t seen when she first came down. It looked like a pen or a… The needle plunged into Wrenley’s neck. She refused to look at the woman. If she was going to die, she wanted to focus on something pure. Her swirling vision found May still in her cage in the corner, curled up and covering her eyes. “It’ll be okay, May,” she said, and slipped into the
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