Ariel had never understood people who got off on hurting others. But now she felt that she finally got it, if only by a little bit. During the time before she had been desperate enough to sneak into Tristan's office and beg him for a loan. Madam Mo had tortured Ariel. The old woman not trying to hide how much she was enjoying it.
There had been the random calls in the middle of the night. Then madam Mo sending her goons to just go and stare Ariel down, while she tried to earn money in order to pay off Peter's debt. There had also been the constant threats to triple, or quadruple the money that Ariel was supposed to pay back.
The abuse had not gotten to the point where it had become physical, thank goodness. But knowing that violence was likely to come along the way had also added to Ariel stress when dealing with the older woman.
