Page 108 of Heartless Sinner

I crawled toward it and dragged myself upright against the edge. My knees instantly gave out.

My tiara was in the center of the table.

An engine roared to life behind me.

I turned to see the Mustang crashing through the fence and speeding straight at me. I snatched the note on the table with my name across the front.

Smash the tiara, or get run over.

I stared at my tiara.

A hammer rested beside it.

The Mustang was so close.

Its headlights swallowed me.

I grabbed the hammer.

“Fuck you!” I screamed while slamming it down onto one of my most precious possessions.

Gold crunched. Stones scattered across the table.

Tears blurred my vision as I kept swinging.

Again. Again. Again.

Until nothing remained but mangled pieces.

They weren’t testing me.

They were breaking me.

The Mustang screeched to a stop, its headlights still burning into me.

The hammer slipped from my fingers.

I folded over the ruined pieces and sobbed.

Someone grabbed me from behind.

I caught one last glimpse of the destroyed tiara before a sharp sting bit into my neck.

Then everything went black.

Twenty-Seven

Daphne

Iwoke up in the dark curled up on the ground.

My brain swam in whatever cocktail those assholes had jabbed into my neck.

Shivering, I patted myself down. Same clothes. No shoes.

Thank God.

Blair had woken up from this part of her Initiation in only her bra and panties.