#Chapter36
/"It looks good/" he reassured me, and I growled out in agony and anger. He fixed me up again, and as the gag left my mouth I started to pant lightly, not daring to lean against the wall, for my back burn so badly I couldn't imagine it being in contact with anything.
I wished he would give me a break, but he didn't.
/"Okay, okay... Next one is.... Oh yes: Someone will lose their right arm./" I froze. No, no, no, no... I won't fucking let him cut off one of my arms. I shook my head in disagreement but he just grinned at me.
/"So who's taking it, kitten?/" he asked. I was too tired and exhausted from the pain to even look angrily at him. I felt defeated. I couldn't take anymore... I couldn't take if he cut off my arm. Shame rushed through my chest and I quietly sobbed in place.
I stared at the floor, trying to figure something out, but I just couldn't accept this... Not for Jason.