Chapter 24

Cecily P.O.V

I know I'm in deep trouble the moment I hear him coming. I hear him shouting. He is raging. I'm still lying in the position his son left me in and my neck is still throbbing. Not long after the son did what he did someone came in. They wiped up the cut, muttering angrily. They roughly picked me up, did something to the back of my neck. Another torture device no doubt.

My back still sends stabs of pain and the most recent wave caused me to feel like I couldn't breathe.

"Bring the stamps" I hear him shout. "I don't care what they're called! That bitch is going to learn a lesson about lying to me" he must be shouting really loud because a minute or two later, he barges into the cell. It's an understatement saying he's raging. He's a whole new level of furious. In his hand is a black metal bar and on the end are four interlocking circles, with a cross in the middle, the points touching where the circles cross. The end is sizzling. "Having a good little nap, Miss Turner? Becau