She Ditched Her Scumbag Husband After Her Amnesia
The door to the room swung open.
The one-eyed man who had taken her last night was back.
His voice was icy, "Keep thrashing about, and you'll lose the whole arm."
Neve was not calmed by his words, still whispering to herself, "My arm, what happened to my arm? Why is it gone?"
He stepped forward, his black combat boots thudding on the floor: "Your wound got infected, bad. We had to cut off your left forearm. Be thankful you're alive, not losing it here."