Chapter 112

• Chapter 112: Beneath the Edge of Survival
• The next thing she can hear is the fellow’s thick, low voice echoing loudly throughout the large, empty room as he groans in pain, squatting in an awkward position and clutching his groin with both hands, clearly trying to endure the severity of the blow she just delivered.
• His wide eyes are locked on her, disbelief plastered across his face, flushed deep red from pain and fury. His entire body trembles, and when he tries to grab the chair she’s tied to, his arms shake violently, his hands unable to hold steady under the excruciating pain. She watches him for a split second, her mind flashing with one burning question: *Did I crack every egg in there?*