My cheeks throbbed hotly, the floor quaking beneath my hands and knees, everything spun momentarily, and a sharp ringing drowned my ears in a way that got my insides churning.
I can't feel my face.
"Pick the doll up."
Suddenly, I was hurled to my feet like I weighed nothing by two bulky men.
I glared daggers at the man who hit me, even though my entire face felt like it was falling off.
"You've got some nerve. Aren't you with the program? Or are you one of those stubborn bitches who think they still have some worth?"
I tried to move my mouth to speak, but pain exploded throughout my jaw. He grabbed my chin, and I grunted as the ache intensified.
"If I want that cunt you give it to me. That is your fucking job. Do you understand me, doll?"
"Milo."
A voice came beside us, but I couldn't look because I was pinned where I was.
"What is it?! I'm in the middle of correcting this bitch!" The man holding me, who was called Milo, barked at him.
