Chapter 12

• Chapter twelve: a wolf is a wild dog
• Karen slowly got up from the floor, wincing as her core screamed in protest. She looked down at her thighs, and her eyes widened in horror. Her thighs were bloody and bruised, handprints engraved deep into her flesh.
• Karen felt her heart skip. There was no way she could hide those marks with the ridiculous outfit she had to wear. She tried to get up but tripped in her blood and fell, hitting her head on the floor.