“Stupid bitch,” he muttered angrily, shoving his belt back into place. The lighting turned his eyes into sockets, but his shaking hands told the whole story. “You won’t be laughing next time,” he said, his voice thick. “Believe that.” He marched out of the room. She heard the sound of locks scraping tight. And she began to plan. She wasn’t going back to the Emptiness. Not now that she’d remembered who she was.
