(BACK TO PRESENT DAY)
Janice truly wasn't one to listen to others' warnings. But as always, experience proved itself to be the best teacher.
It would be heartwarming to think that Janice got everything she deserved. Forced to work in a slum brothel for the remainder of her youth, it is a fate that would cow even the brightest and most ruthless of spirits. The head madam of the brothel had a taste for blood, and in addition to working girls to the bone, flogged them if they weren't energetic enough. She had a special set of whips, each assigned to a day of the week. Janice only worked Fridays. And even then, the whip on Friday was the least caked in blood.
