Chapter 134

• John’s POV
• The last time she came back, she was barely human. Her face was so swollen that you couldn’t recognize the pretty girl she once was. One eye was swollen shut. The corner of her mouth was split open and crusted with blood. She curled up on the floor, trembling with pain, yet still trying to smile at me. Her voice came out in broken fragments, barely more than a whisper. "John… I… I made two hundred thirty thousand today… so much… money… enough… enough to fix your leg…" That smile looked worse than a sob. "Am I… am I… incredible?"
• Later I learned that, to satisfy a perverted client, she had taken blows that could have killed her. Three ribs. The jagged ends protruded through her flesh and stood out beneath her thin clothing as a gruesome outline.