Arissa almost passed out from the pain.
Packing her motorcycle at a corner of the garage, she took stumbling steps into the house.
Her bleeding has stopped for now but there was one problem right now. All the stores were closed and there was no possible way for her to get a painkiller and now, she was being eaten in and out with pain.
Mrs. Wyatt wasn't home. She noticed it this morning because when she woke up, she was the only one in the penthouse, and the maid named Rue.
Going into her room, she shut her door and pressed her back on it. She slumped down and drew in a long painful breath, closing her eyes in discomfort.
She felt like her arm was being ripped out. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to her bed. With teary eyes, she took off her clothes and walked into the bathroom. Standing before her large full body mirror, she thanked her lucky stars that it wasn't so big but surely, it was deep.
