Chapter 5 - The Marble Drag
The blonde woman’s mouth opened and closed, gasping for air that wasn't there.
She threw her hands up, her palms facing the man's chest.
"Wait! She needs discipline!"
Her voice was thin, reedy, stripped of all its previous towering authority.
The man didn't waste a single syllable on a response.
He stepped forward, his polished leather shoe sweeping aggressively at her ankle.
The woman’s legs buckled entirely.
She collapsed backward, her hip bone striking the hard marble floor with a sickening crack.
She scrambled backward, her fingernails scraping desperately against the smooth stone.
The man leaned down.
His large fist closed brutally around the collar of her white designer dress.
He twisted the fabric tight, cutting off her next breath.
He stood up, pulling her dead weight along the floor.
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He began to walk toward the exit.
The woman’s bare legs dragged heavily across the marble, catching on the scattered splinters of the ruined shelves.
