Chapter 100 Like Old Times

• Moments later, the heavy door creaked open again. Serena lifted her head from the cold floor, her eyes swollen from crying. Her heart jumped when she heard a woman’s voice — muffled, angry, and fighting.
• “Get your filthy hands off me! What are you doing? Let me go!”
• Two of George’s men dragged a woman into the basement. She was kicking and twisting, her dark hair wild across her face. They had her arms pinned behind her back, and she looked like she had already taken a few hits — a bruise forming on her cheek.