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Savannah went home alone.
She quietly cleaned the wound on her forehead, then began to pack.
The necklace Grayson had given her, the rings, the hmary watch, the handwritten cards, the photo albums they took together–everything related to him, she stuffed into boxes. One trip after another, she carried them down and dumped them into the trash bin outside the building.
By the time the last box hit the bottom of the dumpster, wind swept through the dark street, blowing snowflakes against her face
She stood beneath the streetlight and suddenly found it laughable.
What was once a treasure trove of memories was now nothing more than garbage.
Just as she turned away
A burlap sack slammed down over her head.
Before she could scream, pain exploded in the back of her neck.
Then everything wont black
When Savannah woke up, she was still inside the sack. Her hands had been tied behind her back, and a strip of cloth was jammed in her mouth
Through the course weave of the sack, she saw Grayson sitting on a high–backed leather sofa, Claire curled up in his lap. The room was surrounded by men in black suits–fils personal security.
One of them stepped forward and reported respectfully, “Sir,
I, we’ve got him. This is the thug Miss Savannah hired to attack Miss Claire.”
Claire trembled in Grayson’s arms, voice timid and soft: “Grayson… maybe let it go.. You got there in time, I wasn’t really hurt…”
Grayson gave a cold laugh. “No.”
His long fingers brushed gently across her cheeks, voice achingly soft “I couldn’t bear to lay a finger on Savannah. But if she dares hurt you, I need to ge
you an answer.
”
“She sent this man after you? Fine. I’ll make an example of him–so she never dares try again.”
Savannah froze.
In that moment, everything clicked.
Claire had staged it all.
She faked the attack, bribed people to kidnap Savannah, then lied to Grayson, calming Savannah had hired the men. Just so Grayson would take revengea
Savannah struggled violently, trying to shout his name. But the gag in her mouth reduced her cries to muffled sobs.
Claire gave a little sigh, as if reluctant: “Just go easy on him, okay? He’s probably just following orders…”
Grayson’s eyes turned frosty. “Easy? No chance.”
*If he touched you, he’ll learn what real pain feels like
A moment later, Savannah was dragged up onto the platform.
Below her was a deep swimming pool, the water black and glassy under the overhead lights.
Bound in a sack, she was shoved off the edge. Ice–cold water slammed into her like a fist.
The impact knocked the air out of her lungs. Water surged into her mouth, her nose. The weight of the soaked sack dragged her down. Her ribs screamed Her body curled instinctively.
Help.. help
She couldn’t scream.
The sack was too heavy. The ropes too tight. Her lungs burned, her brain screamed, her body thrashed.
Then suddenly-
The ropes tightened
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And she was yanked back to
to the surface.
Water spewed from her mouth, tinged with blood. Before she could catch her breath-
She was shoved back under.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Again and again, she was drowned and revived, just to be drowned again.
Every plunge into the pool was like being thrown into a pit of ice.
Every yank back up bore another piece of her soul away.
Eventually, the pain began to blur. She couldn’t see clearly. She couldn’t breathe right. Her heart was slowing. Her mind dimming.
She didn’t know how many times she’d been dunked when Claire finally spoke again.
“That’s enough, Grayson. Please don’t torture her anymore…”
But Grayson only chuckled darkly. “We’re not done yet”
He took the iron rod banded to him by a guard and stopped in front of Savannah.
“You touch what’s mine there’s a price to pay.”
The first hit landed square on her back. Her whole body convulsed like a shrimp dropped into boiling water.
Pain tore down her spine, lit every nerve on fire.
She bit down hard on the cloth in her mouth, muffling the scream that still forced its way out,
Again and again. No merry.
Each blow fractured something inside her–bone, breath, trust
Blood seeped from her lips. Her vision turned white, then red, then black
Ninety–nine blows.
Grayson delivered each one with his own hands,
By the end, Savannah didn’t feel pain anymore. She didn’t feel anything at all.
Her consciousness faded. Her body collapsed like a rag doll.
Hlood pooled beneath her, warm and spreading, soaking her clothes and painting the marble floor red.
Grayson lifted one polished boot and stomped down on her hand.
Bones shattered. The sound echoed through the room. Her body twitched violently, but no scream came.
Only then did Grayson seem satisfied. He turned, scooped Claire into his arms
“Did it scare you?” he asked gently, stroking her hair. “It’s okay now. It’s over.”
He waved lazily at the guards. “Toss him back.”
Then he left, holding Claire close, boots squelching through blood and water.
Finally, the cloth slipped from Savannah’s mouth.
With the last bit of strength she had left, she whispered his name, “Grayson.”
The sound was barely a breath. But it took everything she had.
