Chapter Eighty-Nine
"I won't ask again, Matilda." Asli's tone was suddenly calm and there, she and everyone in there knew she was this close to doing wrong.
"It's from school." Matilda finally revealed. Silence danced for a quick second. Most of the men sighed in relief.
"Are you wearing something under the hoodie?" Ruth asked, her voice being the only soft one in the room. Matilda nodded.
"Take off the cardigan then." Asli needed to confirm something. How badly they tortured her. This had happened before and she asked one of her men to warn them. When did it start all over again? Why did she not tell anyone?
She did, taking off the cardigan as she was instructed.
The thick fabric slid from her shoulders, revealing the damage beneath.
Scars. Bruises. Some fresh, some faded. Some were thin and sharp, the kind left by a belt or a whip. Others were darker, deeper as if she had been kicked, struck, and left to suffer without care.
The room fell into a suffocating silence.
