With every hatred-coated word Ewan spoke, Fiona felt herself getting smaller and weaker.
The thoughts of all the threats coming to pass also made her belly so sick she wanted to vomit.
She knew they would ignore her, however, so she didn't bother asking to be excused. Her rights, as of this moment, had been extinguished. She was now Ewan's prisoner, and there was nothing she could do about it. Hence, she pushed down the nausea.
It was funny how things had been perfect before Athena's return. Memories of her perfect life then seemed now to belong to someone else. So distant and unbelievable, considering her present state.
She watched as Ewan turned to the Irish male, his anger now simmering on the surface. "The electric chair, the brain fogging—use them all on her! She is strong enough, so don't take pity on her. In fact, double the dosages of this treatment on her. Am I clear?"
