Savannah's POV
They say your heart stops before it breaks. Or maybe it breaks before it stops. I cannot remember which anymore.
Right now, I cannot remember anything at all.
The shock has paralyzed every muscle in my body. My heart, my lungs, even my fingertips have gone numb. I keep staring at that damned mask covering his face, unable to look away.
Should I scream? Should I laugh at the twisted irony? How am I supposed to release this burning rage that claws at my insides like a wild animal?
Dennis knelt before me, gripping a rubber paddle in his hand. The tool had a small flat surface at the tip, no bigger than a quarter. He dragged it slowly up my legs, from ankle to knee to thigh, never breaking eye contact through the holes of Disguise's mask.
