Thud.

Overwhelmed by sheer agony, Vicky collapsed limply on the floor.

Sif snorted. "Ah, what a delicate maiden, collapsing even before I'm done. You're not even going to last days, but that's fine. I just wanted to see you crumble in regret."

Dropping her blood-stained knife, she gestured at her bodyguards. "Go. Hang her on the stage-I'm going to pick the first lucky guest soon." "Yes, ma'am!"

Two of Sif's bodyguards picked Vicky up and dragged her to the stage illuminated with myriad colored bubbles, hanging her up by her wrists. "Wake her up," Sif added, reclining against her couch and lighting herself a cigarette, crossing her legs as she enjoyed the show. Splash!

A bodyguard splashed a bucket of water over Vicky, jolting her awake.

Sif spread her arms right then. "Oh, Vicky... Where's your pride now? You look so much like a pathetic wet hen now. I could really laugh."

Then, pointing at the crowd below the stage, she said, "You see these people? These are all your guests for tonight. They will all take turns to love you... and don't worry, I will record everything and send it to Frank first thing. He will get to watch his woman having fun with so many men, so don't forget to smile."

bellowed with the last bit of strength she had, wincing in pain as she tore open

you want you'd lose the strength for that soon

sneered, and clapped her

the eager masked men standing nearby. "Everyone, I'm sure I don't have to

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that body? Tut, tut...

more, she's

crowd cheered thunderously at

Me! Let me go

even think about it!

I'll

Vicky Turnbull's first time? The very

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