Barely concious following that brutal whipping, i felt myself being hoisted over a stong man's shoulder and taken to the infirmary.
On the way there I heard Mr. Constanzo berating someone. "Who the fuck do you think you are bitch?!" I heard a slap and then a scream.
Looking at my wounds, the nurse she rubbed some soothing gel on my buttocks. "Cruella can be a mean bitch." I found out first hand how right she was.
"He'll be alright in a few days," I heard the doc say.
They allowed me to lie there for the rest of that day and was wondering if Laura had begun her pony training.