Adrian Quincy didn't get any closer, looking down at her flushed face from his superior height. "Contraband and unruly women are not allowed here. I'll let it slide this time. Endure it on your own. There won't be a next time."
With that, he turned and left.
Claire Sinclair: "..."
'The least you could do is take me to a hospital, for God's sake!!!'
'I can't take it anymore... It's unbearable...'
Claire Sinclair was as helpless as a lost child. It was her first time experiencing something like this, and she had no idea how to endure it. All she wanted was to faint and let the pain stop.
...
A few minutes later, an uneasy Adrian Quincy returned, pushing the door open to enter.
The massive bed was empty, but he could hear a woman's ragged, anxious breathing.
Adrian Quincy frowned slightly and strode over.
The girl was lying on the floor. Her arms bore several alarming, bloody scratches—self-inflicted, by the looks of it.
