Chapter 6 "Lily! I don't have time for your crazy shit! Aubrey's passed out!" Grayson shouted. I reached out and grabbed a fistful of Aubrey's hair, yanking her right out of his arms. She shrieked very much not unconscious anymore. I clapped, laughing. "See? Wide awake now!" Aubrey seethed. "How dare you! Grayson, call someone to lock her up!" Grayson reached for his phone, but I snatched it. I grabbed Aubrey's too.. Crack! Both phones shattered against the foyer's decorative stone. I tilted my head, grinning like a demon. "Now, no one can interrupt our little game. Grayson swung a fist. "You're fucking insane!" I caught it, fingers tightening slowly. His bones creaked under the pressure, and he collapsed to his knees in pain. I tied them both to dining chairs. The electric stove hummed, chicken noodle soup simmering, its rich aroma mingling with their panicked breaths. "Look!" I held up my blistered hand to Aubrey. "You burned me. I ladled a bowl of scalding soup, golden oil swirling on its surface. "You said I burned you, but I can't find a single mark on you." Aubrey's pupils shrank, her chair creaking as she squirmed. "Lying's bad," I sighed, shaking my head. Then, with a flick of my wrist- "Aaah!" Scalding soup splashed her pale hand, raising angry red welts. The sound was exhilarating. "Bitch! I'll kill you!" she shrieked, her voice warped with pain. Slap! One hit silenced her. I pressed a finger to my lips. "Shh. You'll wake the neighbors." My fingers grazed her swollen cheek. "Cursing's wrong. You need to be punished." I swung , unleashing dozens of slaps. The crisp sound was music. Remembering face bruised by their hands, 1 hit harder. Each strike was for her-one after another, relentless, until I counted the final blows under may breath: "Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred." Aubrey's face was a bloody, swollen mess, her mouth too wrecked to speak. The soup still bubbled on the table. I gently lifted her chin, wiping blood from her face. "Look, you're hurt now…wounded people need nourishment." I scooped a spoonful of steaming soup, blowing on it under her terrified gaze. "Here, I'll feed you . She shook her head frantically, soup splattering her trembling lips. I pinched her cheeks, forcing her mouth open. The scalding soup burned down her throat. Her eyes bulged, body convulsing like a fish out of water, before she collapsed, lifeless, in the chair. "This time…" I patted her red, swollen face, "you're really out." Grayson thrashed in the next chair, muffled groans escaping the rag stuffed in his mouth, veins bulging on his forehead. I walked over, patting his face gently. "Don't worry. Your turn's coming."