**Isabella**
When we entered, we found Anna standing there, her eyes locked on Tom, who was writhing in agony as Chris and another man worked on flaying his leg. His flesh was raw and bloody, his cries of pain almost unbearable.
"Anna, are you alright?" I asked cautiously, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She nodded, but her gaze never wavered from Tom. "I just wanted to give this bastard a piece of my mind after everything he did to me," she seethed.
Tom's pitiful cries filled the room. "Please… please… I'm begging, kill me," he whimpered.
"Shut the fuck up!" Anna screamed. "You deserve to suffer!"
"Anna, please… I'm sorry… Anna…" Tom's voice cracked with desperation.
"Shut the fuck up!" she repeated, more loudly.
Tom's gaze darted to Cross, desperation in his eyes. "Cross… please, remember I'm your uncle…"
"Fuck you," Cross spat out.
