She breathed heavily. "Thomas Shannon, get up!"
"Sophie Sullivan, have I been too indulgent with you, letting you run wild?!" How dare she hit me! Excellent! Truly excellent!
Thomas Shannon grabbed her jaw with one hand, his handsome face pressing down towards hers. "I'll make you learn the price for angering me."
A flicker of fear crossed Sophie's eyes, gone in an instant…
What… what does he want to do?
Sophie's mind went blank. The next second, the man's large palm landed on her collar and forcefully tore it—RRRIP! The sounds of fabric tearing rang out, one after another.
In an instant, fragments of clothing littered the floor.
"Ah… no!"
Sophie's eyes widened in horror, her pupils constricting, her voice trembling. "Thomas Shannon… how dare you!"
Outside the window, the sky had completely darkened.
Red and purple bruises covered her body. A distinct red circlet marked her delicate, Yvonne wrist; the bruising was stark against her skin.
