Thud.

Overwhelmed by sheer agony, Vicky collapsed limply on the floor.

Sif snorted. "Ah, what a delicate maiden, collapsing even before I'm done. You're not even going to last days, but that's fine. I just wanted to see you crumble in regret."

Dropping her blood-stained knife, she gestured at her bodyguards. "Go. Hang her on the stage-I'm going to pick the first lucky guest soon." "Yes, ma'am!"

Two of Sif's bodyguards picked Vicky up and dragged her to the stage illuminated with myriad colored bubbles, hanging her up by her wrists. "Wake her up," Sif added, reclining against her couch and lighting herself a cigarette, crossing her legs as she enjoyed the show. Splash!

A bodyguard splashed a bucket of water over Vicky, jolting her awake.

Sif spread her arms right then. "Oh, Vicky... Where's your pride now? You look so much like a pathetic wet hen now. I could really laugh."

don't worry, I will record everything and send it to Frank first thing. He will get to watch

in pain as she tore open the cuts across her face and

on, yell all you want you'd

don't have to introduce Vicky Turnbull. I do

more, she's a

whole crowd cheered thunderously at

Me! Let me go

think about it!

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