Chapter 67 You Idiot, Are You A Kid?

• New York
• 10:00pm
• “Ouch,” Jane, who stood in front of the vanity in her room, winced in pain. Her eyes welled up in tears as she dabbed cotton swabs on her swollen cheek. She bit her lips to hold back her whimper. Her hand trembled slightly as she hissed through gritted teeth as the swab made contact with her tender cheek skin. The warm glow of the table lamp on her vanity cast a warm glow on her soft and delicate body.