TENFOLD

Jennifer trembled, her panic stricken face looking at the women gathered before her as she struggled to get her hair away from the woman’s strong grip. “No, don't you dare. My husband is Ethan Blackwood, he would…” “PAA!” The sound of a sharp slap echoed through the room, as one of the women’s hands landed harshly on her face. My lips parted in surprise at the flaring red mark on Jennifer’s cheeks as that delicious feeling of seeing her suffer filled me. “You still have the nerve to talk, you evil witch. I can only just imagine how long you have been deceiving the world to be an angel when you have been hiding your true and dark side all these years,” she hissed, spitting on Jennifer’s face. I gasped this time, my eyes wide with amusement seeing the spit dribble down Jennifer’s lashes to her cheeks. ‘I really have outdone myself this time,’ I thought smugly. I stood still, watching keenly as the women dragged her outside the restaurant. One of them moved to grab a stick, haul