Cash (Silver Team #5)

Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Just hold the fuck still,” the motherfucking asshole dick grunted as more cool liquid poured over the open cuts on my back.

Every muscle in my body contorted. My forehead thrashed against the mattress as I screamed my pain.

The smell of rubbing alcohol coupled with excruciating agony had my stomach revolting.

I swallowed down the bile.

Prayed I didn’t lose consciousness.

“I’m going to kill you,” I whispered my threat.

“I’d love to see you try.”

The motherfucking asshole dick dumped more alcohol on my back.

I closed my eyes and planned.