Chapter 78

78

LANA

“Are you liking me hitting you? Are you enjoying it?” Armando sneered as he continued hitting me with a hockey bat. I swore my chest was in my mouth.

“No, p-please, I-I’ll die, please don’t h-hurt me,” I pleaded in my defence while folding my body in a roll and covering it with my arms.

“I’ll hit you till you tell me where our son is,” He growled, his shout resonated everywhere in the dark warehouse. The bat hit my head and I hissed in pain, praying God this pain would end soon when I’ll be dead.

“I-I d-don’t know,” I cried, gasping for air as my head started clouding and I knew my end time was near. My childhood again repeated before my eyes the first time when he was about to kill me in Spain.

“You bitch *A hit on my head* You’re lying,” No lie another hit on my head would be my death. As I saw the bat revolving around my head, I glanced at Armando for the last time and every memory of us rewinded in my scarred mind, from the day when he saw me in the torture room till no