~CASSELBA'S POV
"WELL, WELL. . . KARMA'S A BITCH, Isn't she?" My words ring as echoes in the bunker for a full minute. The chained woman glares at me so fiercely, were her gaze a volcano it would have burned off my skin at the moment.
Clearly, Tyesha Arespoulos hated being on the receiving end of violence. But so does every evil motherfucker. In the end, that you mete out shall be meted back onto you. Just like the cycle of life itself, nothing is permanent.
"Aww! Look at you." My steps take me closer to her. "How do you feel with all the drugs running through your veins.
The sedatives making your body numb. How does it feel to be powerless? To not be able to control your own actions."
My own wrathful eyes pin on her hardened riparian gaze. "Tell me, bitch, how does it fucking feel?"
