Ikaria was tied with the iron chains with the pillars, there was another chain around her neck. She was sitting on her knees and her hands were hanging above her head. Around her there were splashes of blood, also her face and hands were wrapped with blood. Amy with the men from her dinner was standing in front of her. It was an empty basement and there were cars behind them. Except for Amy, others had things in their hands, some had baseball bats, knuckles, cycle chains, etc. Ikaria moved her eyes and slowly-slowly opened her eyes.
"She is awake," A man said, standing beside Amy.
He was the same bodybuilder who lifted her at the dinner when Ikaria fell unconscious. He had knuckles in his hands which were covered in blood.
"Should we start another round of beating?" He asked.
"No matter how much you use your strength, her wounds get healed," Amy said, looking at Ikaria.
Suddenly they heard the sound of crying.
