Chapter 15
I thought the torture we went through during practice these past few days was bad, but I didn’t realize we hadn’t even reached the climax yet.
I screamed when I lay down on the bed, and those people Fiona called in started sticking things to my body. They held my arms and legs.
Suddenly, they pulled them. I gasped and nearly cried from the pain.
“Fiona! Wahh! Are you trying to kill me?”
Fiona told me to stop overreacting because it was just wax. I looked at her sitting on the sofa, pretending to read a magazine.
“How can you say that? They’re almost taking my skin off!”
That was the day I was supposed to go to a hotel to meet Sir Aron. Of course, I was nervous—my stomach was in knots—but damn it!
I’d rather die right now to get it over with than feel this pain. They merc
