Penny felt her back burn as if the scabs of the wound came off by Grace pushing her against the wall which was made of carved wood that was uneven and at someplace that protruded out. It was no less to picking out the dried wound as all this time she had not let it heal properly. Always bending down doing something or the other, the wound was taking its time to heal. Not to forget the sharp edge which was poking right on the wound which brought tears in her eyes.
To make it even worse, Grace had twisted her right arm in the opposite direction which had her feet wanting to stand at the tip of her toes, her body bent to keep up with Grace turning her arm as she stared at Penny. Muffled cries could be heard behind Grace's hand as she enjoyed Penny's reaction. The young vampiress said,
