Victor arrived at a clearing, the same spot where Joana had been held captive just the night before. Only now, it was Cara who had taken her place. He tossed her to the ground like discarded prey. The damp earth met her battered body, and the chains that bound her dug deeper into her flesh, sapping her remaining energy.
When she glanced up, her vision blurred by blood and pain, the Scott brothers loomed over her, grinning like predators circling a wounded animal. Their delight was sickening.
Victor's voice broke the silence. "I know we all want to beat her until her spirit leaves her body," he said, licking his lips, "but let's take turns. Otherwise, none of us will enjoy it properly. I'll go first."
Rodney scoffed, stepping forward. "But you've already started, Victor. Look at her face—it's bloodied enough. My turn."