Fight Fire with Fire
Chapter One
10 years earlier, somewhere
in the Southern Hemisphere
He wanted to break her. To let her skim the edge of madness.
He'd almost succeeded.
On the stone floor, Safia folded her body tightly, her legs
beneath her. A turtle backing into its shell. She kept her head
down, her grimy hands shielding her skull. Her Mao pajamas
lay like a damp layer of filth over her skin and did nothing to
protect her from the cold, wet stones. Or him.
Between his boots crunching lightly on the stone floor, she
listened to his indrawn breath, the almost imperceptible brush
of his clothing as his arm rose. She tightened down her muscles.
The cane snapped, the lash licking across her back and
wrapping under her ribs. Her teeth sank into her lip as ungodly
pain burned in stripes over her spine.
Warm blood pooled in her mouth. swallowswalloswallow
The moan slid back down her throat, denying him victory.
He enjoyed her screams, but she offered no sound except
her struggle for air.
Water dripped somewhere.
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