The first thing Beauty did when she got home was dash to the bathroom for a luxurious soak, wishing she could scrub off a layer of skin.
Thinking about those disgusting men made her want to plunge a knife into their hearts.
Yesterday, she had merely managed a quick hot shower in the hospital ward before collapsing into bed from exhaustion, so today, she was finally able to give herself a thorough cleaning.
The clothes she wore yesterday had already been tossed into the trash, not even sparing them a second glance.
She knew Marson wouldn't be pleased to see them either.
While lounging in the bathtub, she grabbed her phone and sent a message to her good friend Hannah.
That girl, upon hearing she had been kidnapped, immediately called her in a panic, almost making Beauty drop her phone into the tub with her startled grip.
"Beauty, how did you end up getting kidnapped?
Are you hurt?
How did you get out?"
