Susan woke with unsettling recollections about the night before, “Fucking hell did I really-” she banished the images from her mind and opened a beer. Her mind was broken, shattered. Her recent stress, terrors and ordeals had each taken their toll. And together they had beaten her, she could take no more. She had neither religion nor family to turn to, and she had forsaken her man. She knew she was lost,
“I deserve every fucking thing I get.” She brought back into her mind what she could remember of the previous night, “...They fucking gang-banged me...” poured beer down her throat, “...and I yelled out for more...” she pictured the scar on her cheek, a living brand, “...It's true, I am a fucking slut.”She rolled over and closed her eyes, swabbing angry tears with her pillow.
Boss Bellini heard her, felt her river of anguish and smiled.